Wednesday, September 18, 2013

The Walk - Part 1





As if hearing my thoughts, a breeze blew, rustling the mauve laden branches and one exquisite flower fell at my feet. The sun and clouds were in a strange decoction, lighting up those parts of the rooms that usually were hidden in the gloom of crowding creepers, dust, cobwebs and age. Rather than scary, the haunted house on St. Marks Road looked so melancholic, so desolated and perspicuous, like a picture drawn from hundred-year-old memory.. I love my daily walk to work.



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