austereseeker

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:

Anonymous 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; 3:10 AM
AmitL said...: Diwali and winter-a lovely combo.:); 12:55 PM
AmitL said...: See my memories of Diwali on my blog-u're mentioned.:); 12:55 PM
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...; 10:57 AM
Anonymous said...: hi, hope you are doing good; 10:05 PM
austere said...: Am good.

Just busy workwise.; 5:31 AM
quin browne said...: i've missed this place.

it is nice to be home.; 9:39 AM
Portia said...: I think you must retain the memory of every color you have seen:) Because it's important to see the beauty.; 9:57 PM
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?; 10:58 AM