The wait extends to infinite horizons, her voice echoed a medley of affirming stature while I remind myself of the trenches I used to be. A stranger at a time, where she was dawn I was dusk. The Jimny’s grey green olive bodywork reflected how the sunset speaks unleashed emotions. She’s a work of art,
Urging oneself to go with the rhythm. The truth we cannot restrain from expectations to experience. Are we the new blend in the same old surroundings? A new perspective to value, it doesn't fade out. Find the next power chapter to shed out the past.
Soovan Sharma Dookhoo 