"In the Whirlpool of forbidden and unforbidden thoughts....
When I try to shut them out....
They envelope me thick like Winter's fog."
I am not a writer.....I simply pour my heart out here in these pages
Saturday, 12 May 2012
The Real Picture of these Mushrooming High Rises
I don't know why sometimes I am filled with that vague sense of void and uneasiness esp. on weekends. It being second Saturday, had prepared a to-do-list but except one errand rest fell prey to that unseen mystical force (the mischievous Ariel of Midsummer's Night Dream). So, took out my sketch book to sketch the workers busy in cooking before starting their day.