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Divine....

The ashche bochor came and went and the wait begins...The sky really looked blue and the days are a bit better, and nights a bit cooler. 
This time I pandal hopped a bit and went to the immersion after years and kept wondering about the cycle of beginnings, ends and beginnings - of joy , grandeur, gaiety and all things good and evil. The wait begins again...


In the end all things are vertical, whether gods or the lesser mortals. And I look at people more closely -must be my age and the fact that I am out of the selfie mode. 
The airport waiting area was an ideal showcase...There were the ones who are absolutely at ease with PDA ( public display of affection) and there are others who are anxious to find a known face in an unknown city, the old and the infirm and of course the confident one. A mix bag like life, love and all that time throws in...
In this season of goodbyes and re-entries let me live in my time in space for a while.... Divine...

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  1. DrikAGS16 October 2016 at 08:38

    AWESOME....relived the airport moments with you through your perceptions..!!
    Waiting for your next article.. Eagerly..!!

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  2. DrikAGS16 October 2016 at 08:38

    AWESOME....relived the airport moments with you through your perceptions..!!
    Waiting for your next article.. Eagerly..!!

    ReplyDelete
  3. deeps28 October 2016 at 02:03

    thats beautifully written... more than the topic, the narration is pleasing n flowing

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