The stuff of dreams
21:24 - Posted by Shilpa K - 0 comments
Nature beckons urbanites on a lazy weekend and welcomes them with open arms. Through narrow lanes drawn on tiny towns, over shadowed roads of leaved canopies and along wind swept beaches. Nestled in nature's lap with a bunch of friends and finding the little joys of life. Watching the blazing sun surrender to the calmness of the sea, lending it it's uneasiness evident by the surging waves. Little men shedding all inhibitions walking into the sunset and bobbing along the waves. Lovers meandering along the shore, the wind ruffling their hair carelessly, unmindful they walk hand-in-hand barefoot on the virgin sands leaving behind footprints in time. The bewitching panorama stretching as far as the eyes can see. Like an artist's brush strokes come alive and chiseled to perfection, the landscape mesmerizes the onlooker. Rarely has such proximity to nature failed to evoke a sense of being and belongingness. You look forward to many such magical moments. You look forward to all such days when you would get to pump life into the routine that often saps it out. You believe in the beauty of things around you and the one within. You feel loved and want to love back in return with all your heart. The soothing sounds of the sea, little spotlights from the night sky, and one of your favorite songs playing somewhere in the distance. A frozen moment in time as splendid and as lovely as would a snow globe unfold in the tight grasp of little hands.


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