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King of Good Times

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Pray

Pray. You never know who is listening.

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Fate Is A Storm

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn.

Why?

Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood.

You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over.

But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in.

That’s what this storm’s all about.

~ Haruki Murakami

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Red-whiskered Bulbul

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Silver Lining

On days like these, we all are looking for that silver lining. Even if that means a bunch of monkeys.

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Monday Always Arrives

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What A Wonderful World

I see trees of green
Red roses too
I see them bloom
For me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

I see skies of blue
And clouds of white
The bright blessed day
The dark sacred night
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

~ What A Wonderful World, Louis Armstrong

Exactly my thoughts, when I woke up to a serene, peaceful world, devoid of all the human hustle & rush for the daily life.

I heard the birds chirp in the balcony, while I had my team. I saw the orange of sunrise, against a pure sky.

May be it is not a virus. May be it is the Mother Earth waking up.

May be the nature is talking; waiting for us to listen.

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The Jewel of Kanha

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White – Rumped Shama

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Blood Drunk