The wavy contours, the sudden twists and turns, marking the face of a dried up leaf, which has travelled far to rest upon the sand, brings to mind, the fluctuating fortunes in the journey of life.
The sun has set and darkness is carving out spaces for itself. A curious hand brings something that looks strange. Shh! Can you hear the leaves crying silently, exhibiting symptoms of thirst ? Nature shows its creative bent.
I often wish... a thoughtful someone had given me a spray of water at the right moment. Sadly, my living 'green' space is slowly turning brown. While I felt a wee bit strange with my brown hood initially, now, I must say, I'm enjoying my new look.
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