Shyama Priya
Last seen: 08 Jan 2009
2409 Tracks played since 24 Jun 2008
Life comes at you fast. Some curve balls, twists, unexpected turns, you falter yet keep moving. Somewhere along the way, find yourself a stray flower fallen by the water's edge as the river has flowed on... a trifle tired, a little lost, yet, with a hint of freshness, sparkle, holding on to dreams ...
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Yesterday, when the rains came I went out to meet it eagerly, lifting my face to the sky for its blessings, reveling in the pure drops pelting my face with sweet, short kisses. I cupped my hands to catch the magic and let the drops speak as they fell - they whispered timeless truths. Every drop mirrored a face of love. Today, as I walk in the rain, the water pelts me hard, the drops glisten and gleam but where's the mirror ? I shiver and take cover.
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