09 Jun

june sunday…

Never knew it was empty, till the warmth of the feeling of it filling started to tickle.


“Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for? ” said Robert Browning. One June Sunday out there is more than an invitation to let one know what would it feel like. To wake the soul up to the magic, that nature can weave into the hearts its mortal admirers. Saying “Here you are! Have you forgotten to dream? You would never know whats perfect, but here it is. Every time you feel it, you would know where to look for it, where you would a get a glimpse of the absolute, which you dream to achieve, dream to believe, dream to be one with.”


Perhaps the Sunday was the one, the perfect. In ways …many.

On the ride back everyone on road must have heard someone singing No ceiling and Happy 🙂

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