There was an instant eerieness about this fort when I stumbled across few snaps of it published in a local mag that set my teeth on the edge and without delay I planned to pay a visit to this place as I had a penchant for doing research on unusual places and finally I amContinue reading “the trip”
As damask slowly creeps over the horizon heralding that the light always subsists. Leaves grow greener and birds hop about on tree bough chirping their cheery notes. Every morn the spirit of the world renewed. faintest trace of darksinks into oblivionmirthful renewal This haiku goes to Eugenia’s weekly prompt ‘renewal‘.