This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 54 ; the fifty-fourth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . It was the first downpour of the season, vanquishing the summer heat. Jia, with her earnest brown eyes, was watching outside through a window glass. She was mesmerized to spot a peacock dancing beautifully on the terrace of a distant building. She saw a crowd standing outside under the cafe roof, waiting for the rain to stop and so that they could continue to walk toward their respective destinations. Jia was a sensitive child and mature beyond an eight year old. There were two kinds of people she found standing under the roof. Some of them were silent and calm enjoying the pleasant rains, like her. Whereas, others were despite being strangers were friendly enough to start a conversation for a while. Jia could see them smiling, exchanging numbers. Maybe they ...
I'm sure its a lovely poem on night life! I'm uncertain did i got the meaning of lines exactly, while copy past to Google translate :)
ReplyDeleteAll the best dear. Hope u doing fine
My regard to your granny :)
It's about the evening of life.I am fine..done with my exams and finally back to blogging :-)
DeleteHow are you?
Thank you so much for the wishes ...
beautiful n full of elegance
ReplyDeleteThank u so much, Jyoti
Deletewow.... lovely poem...
ReplyDeletelove to read her yaar...
please share more of her poems....
she really an inspiration to me...
give my regards to her...
thanks for sharing yaar...