A Shadow has nothing of its own.
Its shape, clothes,
All come from its owner.
But look at it long and hard,
And you will feel its presence…
Elegant, dignified in its silence,
A character of its own;
A black beauty…
In life too,
You needn’t be
You may be
But you can still look
Strikingly elegant, dignified;
Your character, morality intact,
A human, a black beauty.
Flowers and trees have their own sweet ways of adding glamour to a place. This photo was clicked near M.G. Road Metro Station in Gurgaon…
The place has an avenue lined with Champa trees laden with white flowers, which combine with their shadows and the fluroscent lights to give you a beautiful feeling of walking through someone else’s dream.
Here are some more pics…
It feels great when you manage to leave office on time and you find the good old Sun glowing quietly in its pristine glory, casting red-orange shadows on the steel and glass of the buildings nearby…