and dreams they are, just castles in the air... Did the Phoenix dream? Could it? Does it? Dreams of sweet nothings? Nightmares? The emerald green of paddy fields transforming to crimson walls of fire? Wake up poet. The times - they aren't a'changin, this world is largely fake...
29 Jul 2006
Rain
Pune is sprayed by monsoon rain... and accompanying breeze. Evenings are chilly and immensely pleasurable.
But not the driving conditions. Roads have potholes galore. Throw in the sundry fly-overs under construction and we have pure mayhem.
The serene fiery dusk of Uttaranchal now seem a distant dream... (pic - Barny)
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