Thursday, April 20, 2006 | 7:33 AM

Reached home to find the flowers dropping. Not in those turn brown and wilt off manner, but as if the graceful hands of the wind gently pluck them off the stems. All the while, pelting them with gentle tears.


Kind of sad actually, they bloomed for such a short time. And while these photos were taken, the slight gust of wind sent more blooms off their perches on the branches, and they fell everywhere over the pots and ground.

Taken after a nice misty shower of rain in the evening.

The refreshing storm that in its destruction, creates a new canvas, on which a new day's worth of thoughts can be painted upon.

For that, I am thankful, for I have found km again.

And sometimes, all I want, is the quiet after the rain. Even leaves have days when they dont want to sing.

Please let it last.

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