4 March 2009

A PRETTY POSTCARD



So the sleepy day started cold and damp with hardly any pledge of a smiling sun in the sky. 
While rushing my way in the morning, walking through back forgotten lanes as means of avoiding the heavy roads and the traffic lights, I found hidden in an ugly corner of a neglected neighbourhood, radiant little promises of Spring.
Busy, abstracted people passed by. Enveloped in their daily lives couldn't quite face the silent beauty sitting timidly against the dirty high wall happily swaying in the cold morning light.

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