An abandoned life has been anchored to you.
Believe it or not,
The long ago moments Which were mostly lifeless
Started to respond with the charming eye
The memory we wove inside the Shikar was captured by the lake, and it was hued in colors by that day's sun rays
I know you will say it's not believable, as every thing has a span
But there is no span for the memories, moments and events
Instead of expire the moments it being expanded
The memories can be disappeared in the layer of our thoughts
And the events, which are related to a sight and lights
An event can be alive but submerged within other events
And on a fine day the vivid and vibrant shades of sun rays make alive sequence of moments which was preserved as memory
The past is recorded by time and that time repeatedly playing around us to show the past as a form of happiness, amazing views which remind me about you.
The feeling becomes so fresh that I can still smell the paint as it was. The touch becomes so strong that I can't feel the cold breeze.
My eyes want to close at that piece of time where only the crimson red keeps painting the waves on the water.
The water sounding a mild happening rhythm when it touches the blade where the shaft helps to burble in the wave.
And the water continue to paint the portrait of moment where I was focused.
Water body: Dhundni lake
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