21jan 2021
Walked to the sound of temple bells and the peaceful call of the conch shell, greeting the day with relay alarms of the rooster, flabbergasted at being ignored by all the rest.. the wind showed off its singing voice with keening or operatic or baritone sounds.. playing off everything it could find, making its presence felt.. the pigeons flew in glee.. skiing in exhilaration, in glimpses of white and grey wings.. pulling the eagles irresistibly into a unique ballet in the sky.. in manic dance they flew.. playing happy notes of freedom within.. and the wind created goose bumps as it skipped across the serene sea, stilling itself to mirror the green and blue and pink and orange hues worn so gracefully by an indecisive sky..
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