Friday, October 31, 2008

Delicate fronds of white-topped green nod with the dawn breeze. Paper lanterns at the street corner shimmer at the whisper of a draft. So strange the memories we retain.

9 comments:

Sathya said...

Hi Aust,
Talking of memories we retain -
A friend here told this the other day - "I remember what I did when I was 6 days old"... "I cried"

Sathya

AmitL said...

Diwali and winter-a lovely combo.:)

AmitL said...

See my memories of Diwali on my blog-u're mentioned.:)

Baby Island said...

It's like the piles of leaves and my daughters yesterday. All about memories retained and forwarded now. The good ones, anyway...

burf said...

hi, hope you are doing good

austere said...

Am good.

Just busy workwise.

Quin Browne said...

i've missed this place.

it is nice to be home.

Portia said...

I think you must retain the memory of every color you have seen:) Because it's important to see the beauty.

austere said...

portia- so beautifully put...

quin- likewise, lady, likewise...

burf- haan waisey sab badhiya changa.

babyisland- and the photos to mark the memories.. so many GOOOD things happening,those reds and the crunchy leaves right now!

amitl- Commented. :)

sathya- :)) haan?! But I sang too, and made up stories. Ye Raam ka ghar hai, isme Sita rehti hai..You?