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Night fall and the snow

Snow cascades at night fall,

noise rattles on the wooden window as birds, making a screeching tweet, flow in different directions.

Thunder strikes as one sit in the house gulping the warm coffee.

One feels a twinge of pleasure as the temperature cools down.

Happiness expressed inside the heart.

Outside, children dash and grabbing snow balls and slinging at each other.

Joy derived in equal measure and thrust upon each other.

It’s the night fall.

I slept on the arm chair, as the whispers and laughter soothes the ear.

Good Morning




Work-in-progress, seeker and bundle of contradictions. Stubborn and Refusal to grow up and constantly in search of myself, I blurt it out on my space. Drop in and share some love. Indian by choice.

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