The evening skies had a bucolic feel. Like some nostalgic emotions floating with a mystic ethereal while the gardenias standing tall with an idyllic charm. The moment was there yet nowhere to be found. As if rustic days from yore, while vivid in reminiscence yet standing alone with no feet on the ground.
By, Shantanu Baruah
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