Weather in Blore is soo very unpredictable....the mornings are foggy and dreamy..the afternoons are warm...
And there are fools like me who find these extremes pleasent...Like Wonderland....
Sunday morning is a feeling of heaven...with a cup of coffee i sit by my window from where the warmth and the light of the pleasent day steps inside my lill house and I look out,see the people...
People about whom I know nothing,nothing about their lives...Lives which now-a-days seems like clock..just ticking around monotonously...Lives which sometimes make me pale...
I pull my arms around me,not because of the chill breeze...but because of the cold thoughts that are rushing my mind.The thoughts that freeze your heart and mind...
I'm waiting for the winter to pass by...this winter of thoughts....
