Its 4:55 pm at a land where sky brags its beauty year around. I lie down, staring through my window at the rustling tree branches, the intermittently gliding planes and hearing a song with its bgm like pelting rain. The sound of the rain and the bright sky outside somehow sink soothingly, drifting me into the other world. It is a world where time stands still, sky is orange, sun is half hidden, wind blows through the self and vastness of brown land lies spread in front, boundless. No sound, no movement, no life. Vaguely, a feeling - peaceful and eternal surges and settles within. To describe what exactly it means is difficult. Does it really mean peace or absence of life? I somehow find it impossible to question the reason behind such an imagination. Maybe this is one among those experiences you wouldn't want to resolve, afraid of losing its pure flavor, a unique one at that.
Or its the play of a strand of memory i have, of watching episodes on discovery channel about evolution of dinosaurs that stroll through such vast land with their necks long enough to make a setting sun seem like its creeping on the edge of the earth's horizon.
P.S.: Memories are dangerous! They can play you in unaccountable ways, when you least expect them to. :)
Or its the play of a strand of memory i have, of watching episodes on discovery channel about evolution of dinosaurs that stroll through such vast land with their necks long enough to make a setting sun seem like its creeping on the edge of the earth's horizon.
P.S.: Memories are dangerous! They can play you in unaccountable ways, when you least expect them to. :)
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