Last week ,this side of the river was so dry. Nila was looking so aged. Sudden rain in the east side,and some parts of the western ghats filled her up. She's so young and juicy all over again. At times turning wild and roaring too,specially near the shutters. May be roaring Or sobbing ,who knows!!. She's still flowing full with out even knowing : how long.
Sometimes life is no different. Flowing with full pace Or no pace. Can feel it Or see it and living with whatever it takes.
Sands are quick. Storms are returning. Dry land of sand , the river bed, floods in no time. And will dry in no time. Should keep up the pace as long as i do find that there are some differences between wet and dry.
Sands are quick. Storms are returning. Dry land of sand , the river bed, floods in no time. And will dry in no time. Should keep up the pace as long as i do find that there are some differences between wet and dry.
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