This one's to the day dreams, accidental alleys, fairy lights, staying up till late in the night, the love to dream, the dream to love, being found by dawn and getting stars served for dinner. That familiar follower, accompanying us even during strange journeys to strange lands. Spell bound by its ever-changing hues, I sip coffee in the midst of these views. Here is to the master of concealment; who leaves us in dismay everyday, in every way.
An early morning travel proved two things. Yes, its darkest before dawn. And yes, there is always a guiding star.
Image : The sunrise.
Sniper : My camera.
Memory : February 16, 2012.
Place : En route, Bhopal.
Nice one.. (-:
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