Fragrance of winter winds, moisturisers, of those packed woollens..like those napthalene balls lending the woollens their warmth, the fragrance of warmth, of closeness, of nearness, of love that keeps life going in the otherwise chill.The onset of winter with its characterised morning sun invading the warm intimacies of lip-locked lovers in arms....and the day rolls in.
The winter afternoon with its warm touch..like someone standing by you, holding your hand, assuring you the pleasure of togetherness and with the clock ticking toward the day's end, the fading sun caressing smoothly like lovers walking down a sun-washed alley to part for the day before their next meet, with a gentle kiss stamping their departure and a gentle touch holding a promise to meet soon....and the sun rolls down...
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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.....i am thinking what my comment should be....shall come back when i am ready with one :P
Wow!
Collage of words like 'the fading sun caressing smoothly like lovers walking down a sun-washed alley to part for the day before their next meet' keeps me wondering if it's a prose or a poem. Very lively creation. Jio pagla....
The choice of words are impeccable. The thoughts are conglomerated perfectly, yet it doesn't seem too concrete, the entire piece is enfolded with soft moistness like the winter mist itself, nice one keep going.
Priya, if it's your painting, very good. and if not, still very good!
Nice blog. Happy new year!
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