When you watch the brilliance of the sky, those lovely orange and pink hues checker out on the canvas, and that fire ball sink down as the clock strikes 18.48 hours...not in the middle of hills, or even a sillouette of trees, but these protruding towers, in the name of housing. It's how sunsets look when I crane my neck out of my window. For Mumbaikars who cannot find their handful of sky when they look up, this is heaven!
Tuesday, 28 April 2009
Sigh!
When you watch the brilliance of the sky, those lovely orange and pink hues checker out on the canvas, and that fire ball sink down as the clock strikes 18.48 hours...not in the middle of hills, or even a sillouette of trees, but these protruding towers, in the name of housing. It's how sunsets look when I crane my neck out of my window. For Mumbaikars who cannot find their handful of sky when they look up, this is heaven!
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