Just a breathing space away from the world we live in ... a lazy look at the world... and the theater of life.... sometimes cynical...sometimes in wonder
Sunday, March 27, 2011
The canopy of leaves form a avenue. The sky a slaty grey. The blistered road kills any sense of romance. A wet cold nips in. A washed out statue of some unknown God stands forlornly. Way to Madarihat.
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