At some point in life probably when the summer evening tangoes with an oncoming storm, I might wake up to the fact that my best days stand frozen in a time across that pond and though much is accomplished and much is wont…nothing really compares to those now bizarre days …life on the back of a cinnamon flute …flowing behind many a pied piper …on broken wings of a golden butterfly ….fragile as walls made of rice ….shining like a diamond in the nude .
soulleitmotifs 
Nice sky.
😄😄thank you
Nice pic and write up as usual wonderful…You are multi-talented 😛
Hello anoop 😀😀I hope it’s raining in bengaluru
Most probably yes, but in the part of the world I live in …Rains are a distant dream 😦
But it just rained here in this side of bengaluru 😥
I don’t live in Banglore…I never have lived there 😦 I live in that part of the world now where heat scorches the earth in summer and winter freezes our spines. 😛 Guess
Well surely it must rain there sometimes???
Yup…it does sometimes
beautiful..
Awww thank you ❤☺❤
A diamond in the nude slumbering in a pool under the starlit evening skies. Magic.
some years in life are most reflective of that phrase ❤️