Overt verbalization is not my thing. Never had been. Never will be…..

As a child the immense joy of sitting idle on the balcony was to look up at the sky, and draw imaginary figures with the clouds. Watch as the clouds conjoined to give shape to a thought. And slowly drifted apart from each other, only to give structure to another one. Every time the jagged edges beautifully slid into each other, the perfection of the shape obliterated all other kinds of possibilities. Life is possibly that. How the clouds come together and drift apart ….



  1. Zoso · April 22, 2013

    Maybe it’s not always the smaller shapes that matter. The bigger picture!

  2. sooohinisircar · April 23, 2013

    yes.that i have realized now!this was written you-know-when

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