Saturday, 1 November 2025

Tete a tete

Clouds lie suspended in stupefied adulation.. Unconscious of the strong buffeting winds. Rooted.. Till that last glimpse.. Birds fly home.. Some sitting on wires enjoying the peace and a last tete a tete before sleep..

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Hopscotch

Silence danced with the wind,  flying with the parrots,  hearing the crow regale tales of discriminatory woes..  tip-toeing over rosy fields...