Monday, June 12, 2006

An extract...

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Isn't it strange that princes and kings,
And clowns that caper in sawdust rings,
And common people, like you and me,
Are builders for eternity?

Each is given a list of rules;
A shapeless mass; a bag of tools.
And each must fashion, ere life is flown,
A stumbling block or a stepping stone

-- R. Lee Sharpe

Beauty... most unusual

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The horizon shows three layers... A brilliant turquoise blue sky mottled with white cotton tufts, a bluish-gray layer of thick smog, and the emerald green of the city spread beneath.

Fiery Rage

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The sky explodes in fiery vermillion as the sun sets behind the hills... The silhouetted building looks as if it rests in the center of an erupting volcano.

Wrapped in velvet

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This picture was taken from my bedroom window. It shows my secondary school and some of my neighbouring high-rises. The hills are swathed in green velvet and the mist descends slowly like a shroud... A pure example of poetic beauty in a concrete jungle like Bombay.
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