On ripening of time, lush shrubs lipping ochre bark of perennials have vanished in the thin air. Perhaps somewhere biding their time, anticipating the frolicsome squelch of little galoshes during salubrious times. Leaves ranging from golden amber to tawny and deep brown colours have embarked on their next journey, ceding to the mystical inner quest. What lies ahead of quietus? Apparently, this old fogey perching morosely on top of the bench is ruminating over life’s perfidy. Solitary, brittle and adamantly unmoving.
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