Last 1 week Bangalore was like picture postcard. Sunny but not hot, bright but not harsh soft you will enjoy standing or walking in the sun, stare at the sun. The sunrays shone on the plants and flowers making them more beautiful. It was like nature was beckoning you - it was magical.
For me writing is always very visual, I see it as a picture first before I write. Every morning when I started my walk I could feel the freshness of the air and the whole atmosphere was like a celebration of life. Like It’s like wonderful world being sung by Louis Armstrong. I kept thinking I will write but somehow I did not and the moment passed.
Today I woke up to a cold, dark and depressing weather. One would like to stay inside the blanket or just have cups of hot tea. Well I had to walk to finish some errands from home so wore my jacket, lowers, covered my ears and moved …..
Reminded me of life - you always want to sun to last unfortunately and lately the clouds have been prevalent more than the sun. I am trying to cover my senses all possible covers from books, movies and work looking at the real sky and thinking this too shall pas.
It will.
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