the next version of "version 2/why blog?".. previously austereseeker.rediffblogs.com
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
At that hour the sky is pitch dark, just the quiet and a dog or cat yodeling; but later, rich pinks flood the sky, usha arun ney kumkum pagaley.. those were the words I remember from a song learnt in class 4, and there has yet to be a better capture for this dawn parade, or the finery of gold spun over the frangipani.
Each day teaches me something new about human nature. Will polish and use in a story, not to worry.