Posted by: saket71 | January 6, 2011

Stories Dancing around

The sounds of rain plays in the background. A capricious weather turns towards beauty. 

Silence pervades the senses like aromatic fumes coming out of a temple.

Dusk steps down, slowly like a newly-wed bride, as the night whispers into her ears with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

A beautiful, beautiful days ends and I could sense stories dancing around, playing in the muddy water on the street like little boys returning from the school.

Can I overcome this sense of bliss and write?


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