A Sky to look upon!

Winds weren’t lazy,
So were the kites;
Clouds were dark,
Came down the rain,
The sky got changed,
A new painting was born.

Winds were chilly, but it was mild. When it touched my face directly, the only thing I could do was to close my eyes, and feel its brilliance in budding goose-pimples in me – the slenderest kiss of the wind. Shouldn’t you too experience the wind? These are little big things we shouldn’t afford to miss.

The sky was patterned with clouds which seemed as cotton balls exploded a moment before. At the terrace I sat staring into the sky. I don’t know, I get happiness when looking plainly into the sky. I believe, it’s the expanse where a painting is born every second by mere change of winds or flick of a bird’s wings.

A gaze into the sky - Isn’t it all we need to be amiable with our woes? At times it is all we needed: a sky to look upon!
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