Sun in my eyes is the son in my eyes

I untied a knot, a lie that I had told many years ago. Here, in this blog, and out there by a wall in Mumbai. About sun. About dreaming about it. About being intimidated by his glory. Tested by time, strengthened by faith and humoured by time's barely suppressed and now released mischief, today,  suns have no unnecessary veils with me.

And that being so, there I will go out out again and again, to look up believing I can see him.

The Leonine Age is back,