It was a cold sunny morning when the rays of the sun streamed through the fog like sharp bamboo shoots shooting right through slicing the fog and spreading white blood and sketching a mysterious sight. The fir trees hid among the white and unsnowy fog, playing hide and seek with the rhododendrons. The dew on the tip of each branch held on to dear life as if the very moment the sun found them, they would disappear and before they vanished there would be the most magnificent mesh of colors any eyes would lay upon.
The clouds had always intrigued her, the various shapes in an instant it changes, it’s just like life she always used to think, the life and it chances and the meetings.
There she lay on the grass waiting for each of that white cottony flakes merge with each-other and kaleidoscope into something beautiful and wild and yet go free the moment it became one. How long would it take for the heart to stop that searching and yearning for something which was indescribable.....
the beauty of the morning lost in the depths of her thoughts!!!
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