Tundla junction morning 0813

A series of red bricked houses huddled together in cold. Shafts of golden sunlight slicing the dimness of a sleepy station. Yellow fields again with the horizon lost in a blue haze. The couple in front dab sun screens in unision. Beauty is really skin deep. The metallic grey blue sky has a spattering of black flakes as some birds take flight. A red bus with bittu written meanders along the mustard fields. Wordsworth's Daffodils indian avtaar

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