"HOPE dances in the puddles until the sun comes out again."
(Read it elsewhere, found it worth sharing)
Sunday, April 25, 2010
HOPE
"HOPE dances in the puddles until the sun comes out again."
(Read it elsewhere, found it worth sharing)
Monday, April 19, 2010
P.S
A busy day ahead, Monday blues, Work, this, that and the rest. Amidst all there's one thought which keeps lingering no matter what.
P.S You're on my mind.
P.S You're on my mind.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Holding with an open palm
All that I could see in the dimly lit space was a silhouette.
The Church looked absolutely splendid after the renovation with its Chandeliers and Cross Lights. So sounded the music-heavenly, majestic, and surreal. It was one evening and night I’d seen stars in an otherwise bright city with its chaotic traffic ripping life out of the nights. And the seat by the window was an added blessing to the aforementioned. In simpler terms, and one word- NOSTALGIA.
A familiar face, a familiar music, and me, acquainting myself to the unfamiliarity of this one moment which I have made a part of me, and all that would remain of me, and would remain me.
At a distance I saw, and all that I could see in the dimly lit space was a silhouette, merging into the darkness, of an Yesterday!
The Church looked absolutely splendid after the renovation with its Chandeliers and Cross Lights. So sounded the music-heavenly, majestic, and surreal. It was one evening and night I’d seen stars in an otherwise bright city with its chaotic traffic ripping life out of the nights. And the seat by the window was an added blessing to the aforementioned. In simpler terms, and one word- NOSTALGIA.
A familiar face, a familiar music, and me, acquainting myself to the unfamiliarity of this one moment which I have made a part of me, and all that would remain of me, and would remain me.
At a distance I saw, and all that I could see in the dimly lit space was a silhouette, merging into the darkness, of an Yesterday!
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