In one October morning, some dewdrops fell on my face and hair. The dewdrops are here through Sarika bird’s courtesy. Three drenched sarika birds almost touching an emblica tree enjoying the sun’s warmth. Is it an indigo-laden blue field? Or is it an azure sky? Is it the sun? Or something sun-like? The bird slithers away from our world into its own. In my life, I have seen many sarika birds, but never have I seen anything like those three.
Posted on: Sun, 01 Sep 2013 15:19:20 +0000
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