The sun was kind today, not too harsh. I stood near the barricade, gazing at the sea. It seemed in a very Sunday lunch'ey kinda mood as well...not its usual gust. It seemed rather silenced. Bejewelled actually, with it's skin shimmering with sunshine!
I was pleased that the wind wasn't messing with my hair...and the sunrays dropped gently on my shoulders. Who minds the winter sun? I smiled as I detected a heavy fog blurring my view...like all ambiguities, it seemed fascinating.
What a place this was! In the backdrop of the gurgling sound of the sea..and a long clean promenade with pretty flower baskets hanging from the barricade..clear view of the sky... a flawless picture that anyone would want to step into.It is for times like these that you save your most interesting stories, isn't it?
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umm.. maybe yes. there used to be people who swore by virtues of suffering for a storyteller but surely no one will complain on this bargain.
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