A pre storm morn Each drop fallen from above fell at considerable distance from the other, tup tup sound filling every corner, I sit in stoic silence watching the surprised living organism trembling in a peculiar cool breeze theyre not habituated to... the clouds gather slowly as if to a slow aalaap...the earth too looks as if risen from a heap of grey... as the distance from the drops reduce, a lone baby bird is heard at its frightening worst, lost as it is in this unusual grey wilderness... My feet absorb the raindrops... the greyness still persisting on my toes...
Posted on: Sat, 01 Nov 2014 07:30:59 +0000
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