Photo: Anuj Gosalia

I know it's only a few months, weeks maybe.

But they don't.

They see me.

They decide.

They judge.

They think.

They know.

That I am not nature's wonder. With velvet greens and blossoms of crimson.

I am not a great writing spot... so serene and inviting!

I am not their rendezvous place where they can whisper sweet-nothings they learnt from 'Rahul' or 'Raj'?

Not even a passer-by's consideration for a little rest!

What did I expect!?

I am barren. I am dry.

No utility. No beauty either.

They know that.

They know I am no good.

They know I am not a 'tree' tree maybe!

That it is ok, now, to bring me down.

I know it's just autumn.

But they don't.

I know that it is only a god-damned season!

I know I'll still have my being, my reason, my character.

But they don't.

They only know what they see...