Vagaries of weather in the place I stay is inimitable.The heat ablaze amber the bleak flanks of hillocks.Squint to the road to Parsik hill temple disheartens the spirit. Cumulus thickens mystic clouds stride down & down barring all glimpse. Hills lurks behind the shroud.
The sorcery of the fallen clouds shows its upshot withdrawing the drop after two days.
The cyan touch on the bleak claims synthesis of life promotes undaunted mind.
In a bike up up the Parsik hill towards the hill top hermitage. All fogged all verdant. Temperature soothes down.Carol commingle breeze orchestrate serendipity. Mesmerised.
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