As a very young child, I would try to run and chase the clouds, trying to win in vain against it. My motley of friends and I would run up towards a nearby empty field which had an abandoned flour mill, and conjure our stories about that mill, the ghosts that haunted.We would roll, laugh, push each other, till it would be evening and our mom's would come looking for us...so many many nights and days later, I still want to relish that spirit which I had as a child.We may grow old, but there are some memories which have the magical power of taking us back to the time of innocence...



Thursday, November 15, 2007

A beautiful night in my city...

I had never thought the river which passes through my city would look so beautifull even on a moonless night.The stars were there to compensate offcourse...Gentle breeze swept not only my hair, my clothes but also my emotions.The breeze was flirting with me..beckoning me to play along with it.And to add to this encounter, as if the heavens were conspiring, i saw a shooting star...

The scene was set, all it needed were eternal lovers ...
The night had its own poetic rendition to share.I was completely captivated by the beauty of that night. Felt like a bride about to be kissed by groom,felt like the horizon trying to touch the sky, felt like being alive again
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