A cloudy umbrella up above. And a hope of rain in the heart. Sounds that surround, soothe, smother. Sounds - of expectant peacocks, of chattering birds, of two pairs of feet walking on the sand, of blowing wind, of a distant stubborn train which whistles on and on, of young thoughtful voices, of whistling security men, of the bustling city just a stonethrow away.
Sounds that make you wonder if you're listening to nature interrupting the city's eloquence or is it the other way round. Nestled in the middle of a growing concrete jungle is this park. And on a day like today, i am glad i was there. To be surrounded, soothed, smothered.
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Wish I'd been there too, when I had the chance.. Hmm..
me too aana..wish i had been der too..take me der ven i come to hydrebad..ok go?
@Aana/Minu:
You guys might still stand a chance. I'll marry a Hyderabadi. :) what say??
Cool! I sat on the stone bench at the Masjid near Charminar, so I'll definitely land there once again.. N we'll go :)
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