I really like this region in my terrace.After taking the afternoon shower on these wintry days,this is the corner my shivering body craves for.
Flooded with all the warmth the January sun can bestow,it makes it the favourite time of my day.The bougainvillea crayoned in purple and pink,outlined by the magical gold of the sun,rests on the parapet,silent.
The solitary bench parked by,where I sit and listen to stories,sometimes telling one.The newly bloomed rose of crimson,dahlia,petunia,chrysanthemums, flutters in the mild breeze.The leaves in different shades of green,ornament my flowers.
I sing,they flutter,adding to the warmth of my afternoon.I blare out my fantasies,they carve one with the shades and the sun.It makes it my kind of an afternoon, after the shower...
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