It was a normal promenade. Fresh, windy, the dark monsoon clouds strolling above as if thinking when to sprinkle. The bamboos love to sing, dancing along with the breeze. Birds too seem to enjoy, without worries of finding a place to rest. The trees, leaves, flowers and buds, moving with the alluring aura of the moment. The nature surely spring in wet monsoon.
It was a normal promenade. People moving around, some on leisure, some vigorous and burning lipids, kids enjoying the little things, friends and couples lively and bonding. Life surely spring all the time.
It was a normal promenade and it changed in a fraction of a second. The little things could be happening all the time, but before our eyes it could be unfathomable. The little things surely remain profound.
It was a normal promenade. The flowers and buds dancing with windy songs around and then one bud decided to spread joy, it blossomed while dancing, petal by petal, my eyes glanced while walking and watched as if happening slowly, it was a moment immeasurable and my mind vividly recorded the split second, to watch again and again the complete sequence. Life surely filled with springs of joy.
It was a normal promenade. People moving around, some on leisure, some vigorous and burning lipids, kids enjoying the little things, friends and couples lively and bonding. Life surely spring all the time.
It was a normal promenade and it changed in a fraction of a second. The little things could be happening all the time, but before our eyes it could be unfathomable. The little things surely remain profound.
It was a normal promenade. The flowers and buds dancing with windy songs around and then one bud decided to spread joy, it blossomed while dancing, petal by petal, my eyes glanced while walking and watched as if happening slowly, it was a moment immeasurable and my mind vividly recorded the split second, to watch again and again the complete sequence. Life surely filled with springs of joy.
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