the paddy fields from train… smell the fresh air…and the sweet aroma of the green paddy
Valliyur…loved the mist, the fog…and the mixture of both…
the chill air…
the cold breeze…
a slight drizzle…
all of them…seized in a pic
i always loved the hills n the billows
in thrusting cold n dampness,
it was raining …
the air was damp
the whether was chill
half drenched…dancing in the rain…,
reached my aunts place…
saw this flower cup there…so sweet
merry yellows
patchy violets
does it remind you of anything…itz not my fault…LOL
the crimson cluster…wow
the orange blooms…awesome
the lavender orchids…glorious
the patched pinkys…impressive
the yellow mellow
these where found on the walls of the well…
just like them spread all over the walls…
small lovely spreads…a green bed…
light tat pierced my vision…
my journey back home…
started…in the dusk…
a sudden storm…
wat was tat…
a dark cloud…
is it going to rain…
oh the gust…washed them away
A mushroom cloud…or wat shall I call it??
clouds clouds…clouds…
We boarded the train…and a slight drizzle…and then a rainbow…wow
The train move…and the dusk was slowly washed into a night…
And there is a man sleeping…
Oh itz a hill….
yet another dawn…we reach Chennai…
a new morning
those clouds
ferrocious…
can they be called the tsunami clouds…???
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