Tag: beauty of moments
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The Clouds
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The clouds lazily separated, and joined other clumps of clouds around, creating a pattern one could never fathom was possible. Shawn laid on the ground, basking in the sun wondering how it would be, to be a cloud. He was a cloud, and he never knew how it all happened. He never realized how he…
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The Lost World…
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I remember, when I used to walk miles. Knew people all over the town. And we spent evenings, chit chatting about our daily routine, and family affairs. Everybody knew every body back then. We lived in our own nests of love, yet, mistake us not, we just ensured we helped each other in times of…
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The Scenery
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The pebbles on the road scattered as his bare feet scrunched the earth beneath. A white dhoti (It is a traditional men’s garment worn in India. It is a rectangular piece of unstitched cloth, usually around 4.5 metres long, wrapped around the waist and the legs and knotted at the waist, resembling a long skirt.),…
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Namaste…
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The scenery presented on the pane was never constant. It was like a pack of cards shuffled by a maestro. They whizzed by as the train chugged on. And I was trying to check how fast I could see everything that passed by… unsuccessfully… The scenery dimmed and I receded into my thoughts. I started…
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