i and nature
all of a sudden two unequal islands of clouds seemed to suck in all the brilliance jutting out of the sun at their junction.
the sun shorn of all pricking glow at about 30* above the horizon appeared as a harmless golden disc.
in a few moments the clouds sailed slowly past towards the south .
now it is the clouds' turn to look pathetically in faded blue.
the sun won again its stout jacket of bushy brilliance and looked defiant.
the lonesome 'caws' of a crow beside me was answered in a similar tune from another on housetop.
the cool winds joyfully wafted along singing tunes in undertones.
the silky wavy sari of evening silence was torn at some places by the sharp 'caws' of a few crows.
the sun looked grim and in liquid state as if it would spill out molten gold.
the flow in coovam river was just abating and was not as ferocious as two days ago.
then it rolled along with full pride and trumpeting in arrogance.
it submerged all the huts on its banks and gate-crashed even into the privileged houses;
enjoyed its madness like a hooligan.
it is quite astonishing to think how the mighty nature could weave such soft,dreamy,silky,cool fibres of wind.
the wet clothes on the clothe-lines lazily swayed to the almost inaudible whispers of the wind.
the setting golden orb of the sun looks friendless in the western slopes with no assemblage of clouds.
two or three crows fly into the face of the sun.
the pale crescent moon was just above my head and it seemed to request me to write about it in today's noting.
the circular edge of the moon is facing the west and therefore this must be its waxing phase,probably 5/6 days old in its growth.