21st June,2009.
When the day breaks at four, you have all the time in the world.
Drowsy eyes,lazy looks,blanketed hills,sleepy trees.
Unknown faces,welcome solitude.
Sometimes, the absence of everything gives the fulfillment of a wholesome presence.
Long lost friends- pen and paper.
Dumped desires- books and music.
The forgotten word- retrospection.
Loosing to live and living to loose seems to have become an eternal phenomenon of life.
In the unison with older dearies, when there is a cup of coffee in hand, I have nothing more to ask for....except that the plastic cup was a real Big Coffee Mug!! The touch;the warmth;the feel...everything seems to matter at this moment.
For a change,
I rewarded myself with a newspaper.
Romancing with time.
Hope I don't have an early break-up.
(On the morning of my first train journey from Bhubaneswar to Bangalore)
When the day breaks at four, you have all the time in the world.
Drowsy eyes,lazy looks,blanketed hills,sleepy trees.
Unknown faces,welcome solitude.
Sometimes, the absence of everything gives the fulfillment of a wholesome presence.
Long lost friends- pen and paper.
Dumped desires- books and music.
The forgotten word- retrospection.
Loosing to live and living to loose seems to have become an eternal phenomenon of life.
In the unison with older dearies, when there is a cup of coffee in hand, I have nothing more to ask for....except that the plastic cup was a real Big Coffee Mug!! The touch;the warmth;the feel...everything seems to matter at this moment.
For a change,
I rewarded myself with a newspaper.
Romancing with time.
Hope I don't have an early break-up.
(On the morning of my first train journey from Bhubaneswar to Bangalore)
