Saturday, 1 November 2025
River of Light
The first scenery as a child is drawn in the sky.. the sun peeping out of dark cloud shaped mountains.. creating a river of light in the sea.. the birds flying around.. turrets as huts, and trees standing tall and proud.. even the boats in the sea, dancing full of color.. taught or learnt, experiences always remain pure, enhancing, filling the sketches drawn by different hands.. captured in a moment.. freed the next.. till drawn afresh.. letting go is the key.. this moment is new.. this moment is complete.. this moment needs us to love it for itself..
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Winged messengers
The sun lent its golds, pinks and orange brushes to the clouds and they went wild colouring the entire sky - dancing, gliding, racing all ac...
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The hills dressed up in brilliant shades of green, weaving unique patterns at the whim of the wind.. the dark clouds raced down in admiratio...
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It is awesomely beautiful.. Pouring and drizzling intermittently in a competition all their own.. and i loved every moment of it.. Walked on...
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For miles i could see the rain and it's tango with the breeze.. Veiled in heavily Layered Sheets.. Filtering teasing Glimpses of varyin...
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