In the bus, a girl turned her head, the sunlight caught her nose-ring and made her the dazzling beauty in the whole world at that moment.
The little boy stood barefoot, his sandals nearby, his hands held in a prayer. He was facing the temple on the other side of the road, the sun beating down mercilessly.
Under the dim streetlight, a passerby whispered a long sentence. Sometimes not knowing the language is a boon.
Someone paced through the crowded cafe, cellphone to the ear, oblivious to the noise. He had a swimmer's body.
There is an S-curve in the lawn. A leading-line on the third floor towards the evening sun, a perfect-golden-red.
The neighbour's 2-year old imitated my 'haeyyy'. Her mother was wearing pearl drop earrings.
nautical miles - the world in triumphs, in passion; viewed from a million angles.
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