"With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest,"

I have noticed , off late, that I have developed a remarkable dislike for sunny days, a love for the sky and a passion towards clouds. Unfortunately for me and fortunately for her, Aditi got to the task first...
No matter, i am putting these pictures up, sowie aditi for the copyright infringement... :p



"For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of heaven is bare,"

"And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,"


"I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,"



"Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again."




"And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,
Its ardours of rest and of love," "And the crimson pall of eve may fall
From the depth of Heaven above."

Pictures from a flight to Goa, courtesy Tushar ( ze brother :) )

*grins*
*grins some more*
*the smile fades*
*she gets back to studying*

->oh yeah! tell me whether these pictures were better than the previous ones :p ....