Somehow I needed to post something and the unfinished food blog was just not the thing I wanted to write about - I wanted the wolves to be by my side in the lonely airport aisle, but they were all away - in Delhi, in Bangalore, on a train to Orissa; across the world; scattered and far from my life.
And it was a friend's birthday. I went to his blog and found this. And I felt I could now go to sleep on the flight.
Tell me a story
Of tomorrow
Of purple dreams
And orange hope
And a rainbow walk
Where I never tire
And it was a friend's birthday. I went to his blog and found this. And I felt I could now go to sleep on the flight.
Tell me a story
Of tomorrow
Of purple dreams
And orange hope
And a rainbow walk
Where I never tire
1 comment:
I remember this one. It had become my fav for a long time after it came :) On that note, happy b'day to CJ.
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