and then of course, there are times, when this shithole of a place manages to tug at the strings of my heart and soul..
some soulful moments stolen from the otherwise crazy hectic itinerary..
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| colossal mass of grey fluff |
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| the lone Doordarshan tower stands out |
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| clear demarcation.. not very often..rarity.. |
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| panoramic view from the balcony.. |
and times like this, the flat in the top floor seems to be the best place to be.. the balcony, the window-ledge (just wide enough to fit only your posterior, so that no one else can claim the spot), the big-broad yellow mug--that says "my coffee strongest"--brimming with the warm comforts of the black coffee with its intoxicating aroma wafting its way through the room and around..
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| joie de vivre at barir chhaad |
bliss..
uncomplicated..
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