Sunday, September 05, 2010

The stone lay there untouched by the streaks of a palm. The wind only swivels around it. Water never reaches it. Light only dissipates shapely shadows below it.

Every stone however has a story to tell.

1 Comments:

Blogger Krishna said...

Back after a long long time!

Profound and alomost poetic. Liked this one.

3:39 AM  

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