She flies, she flies
In the vermillion skies.
There's a fiery light
She moves down and down,
To the sienna burnt earthen browns.
They're dark, they're light,
They're full of . . .
From reel to real
She walked towards him. Every step of hers, underlined with grace and appealing mannerisms. "Why do you act so helpless?", her voice echoing through the audience. He stared back at her with no efforts to contain the irritation. "Oh! So . . .
She read his checkered patterns in a manner which could only suggest intimate nostalgia.The top one there as she remembered, had brought him unparalleled wisdom. It had come earlier than she had ever expected. She smiled at the crow's feet . . .
Through The Weight
A riot of colors danced upon him. You could not have called them Indian yellows or Gangetic greens. They were only Himalayan. The Himalayas - a phenomena in themselves. The harsh natural setting of his dwelling had brought a kind steadfastness to . . .
And The Sounds
Photo Credits : WhileSippingCoffee
Location : Author's Apartment, Kolkata
The sprawling view made him feel alive. The faintness in his heart was cleared away. The panorama urged him to look ahead. His gazed rushed from the foreground towards the greyest patches at the rear. He liked the manner in which small bright . . .