Cloudy day…
Cool breeze…
Rooster late from its sleep giving a guilty wake up call…
Morning chores…
Empty stomach…
Rushing out of the house not to miss the office bus…
Sweepers sweeping…
Shutters opening…
Vegetable vendors arranging his possessions in a meticulous manner…
Slushy roads…
Dogs sleeping…
Aged people religiously walking in and out of the temple…
Torturous traffic…
Crowded bus stops…
Laborers standing by the roadside tea stall and savoring their only energy drink…
Cluttered vehicles…
Screeching horns…
School kids lined up waiting for the bus to arrive…
All reminding me of just another day in the calendar…
But…
Deep within…
Something tells me that it’ll not be the same.
‘cos somewhere resting is a beautiful feeling…
With no origins and no road…
But showing up its existence…
It’s all in the mind…
Another imagination in the foreplay…
Another smile on the face.
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