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..
Saturday, 1 November 2025
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Walked to the clouds dancing rhythmic, fluid, gleeful patterns across the sky. The sun playing hide-and-seek with me—firing far-off windows ...
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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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Love the early hours when, sometimes, the pearly light of the moon — bewitched — welcomes the rose of dawn. A divine beauty in each. The sky...
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The dark clouds rush in chasing, melding into every bit of space, the wind exhilaratingly at their back, they roar in jubilant revelry, irre...
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