I look out of my window and see the world shrouded in mystery. The sun screens himself, as he majestically lets the clouds in. The outside looks like a painting by an artist who has just fallen in love. It has the hue of a lover, like the eyes that glorify the mundanely vivid world.
The faint screeching of the cars and the sound of the horns can be heard as the rest of the world goes about their business. But there is still the paroxysm of light as it enters us, filters through our window with the millions of dust particles looking for a place to reconcile ….. .



I had felt like this one day, many days back..on a cloudy day….

Now, since many days, I have not felt the same