have twisted their move,
like the seasonal
clouds, again
the sky
of
life looking a little bit lost in its -
blueness, anyway the
season has its own
compulsion, and
familiar faces
aren't out
of this
world, so just assimilation is the
only option whatever is the
mood of surrounded
affinity, indeed
every desire
isn't the
final
destination, the life has to make
sand castles again and
again - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
