Friday, August 15, 2008

2008-08-11/23:45, On-board the Ranikhet Express :: Archival Diary Entry

Wind. Want to feel the gale. Want to see the flower petals synchronously flapping on one of such days. Flowers with yellow, long petals make it all the more lovely - when they turn on their pale face and flex sideways on a strong gust, then flip back again as if to catch breath. Like they whisper me secrets and run away.
Kind of introspective, because the mind seldom throws epiphanies and leaves you at the cusp of where you can start to build on a theory - only that you're all the more confused now.

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