This morning this guy woke up to a tasty scene outside his window of the train that was traveling at 110kmph towards Mumbai and was probably at the Gujarat-Mumbai border. A golden orb lifting up from the molding furnace, dripping of gold that merged back with the ocean of gold in the furnace. The orb would pulsate and break up into indefinite shapes and into lines and patterns occasionally. It was the sunrise. Hurriedly he went to the coach door and peered outside with the same fascination as a small child. There are some constants on this Earth. Adoring your sleeping star is one of them (when the star wakes up and roams freely in the playground of a sky it is very much shown the fist). Its comparable to the sensation of watching a beautiful girl in her sleep, slowly waking up, in the morning; that completes a circle of beauty where the cause, the mental effect (on you), and the physical effect (on the girl) are all so beautiful that you see a promise in our place in nature.
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