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Daybreak over the city !

The hour was unearthly- probably an hour I would never wake up to unless I have a dire necessity. But it was worth it, as I could spend till the last minute with Chibu, and was treated to a gorgeous view of our Kolkata skyline from the apartment , which is my temporary home. The unedited, un-Photoshopped  version looked exotic and I watched over my cup of coffee how the magic was slowly  lost with the rise of the sun. Reminded me of a line from a poem I read long ago..."Things seen in candle light don't look so nice in day!"
So many times in life we are disappointed when the rose- tinted hue is lost with time , be it fairy tales or Santa Claus or a romance that has lost it's moonstone shine! There s always the debate to be practical or a dreamer? Who is a success in the end ? Does it matter really ? At an age past mid-life I guess I can have the luxury of philosophizing and not thinking of a work day -or of rushing off  to work, all helter skelter. I smiled - well I guess I have reached that stage of being a practical dreamer...... "But I'm not the only one" as Lennon echoed.

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  1. Abhishikta28 June 2016 at 08:18

    I have always loved this view :)

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    1. amrita28 June 2016 at 10:05

      This has always been my window to the world- on happy days and sad days on sunny days and rainy days.....I also saw meteoric showers long ago through this window , it was God's own fireworks :)

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  2. Papuji1 July 2016 at 13:02

    It feels like a longing and a heart ache. Day break can not be so mysterious! Left the city many many times in the shadows of the dawn to catch the early morning flights back.

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    1. amrita3 July 2016 at 01:08

      Yes come back someday - we will relive our childhood :)

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  3. deeps2 July 2016 at 02:20

    one day i too wish to get a view of Kolkata skyline and all the alleyways not just to romanticize or philosophize, but for the sheer joy of watching them...

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    1. amrita2 July 2016 at 09:16

      You are most welcome to my city. It is a fascinating place, really.

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    2. deeps2 July 2016 at 23:39

      i ll ... hope real soon.. the city s been attracting me since my student days

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    3. amrita3 July 2016 at 01:10

      Must do what you want to do :)

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