When pretty snowflakes cascaded
From Heaven above, enshrouding the city

In a stately sheen..
The clock has come to a momentary halt
For a relapse into an elusive existence
Of sublime artistry, grips me
And flows over like a breezy malt..
Random Ramblings of two very un-like minded veterans of talking. Our version of how we see the world. Spice hai, gossip bhi, and all that you thought was meaningless in the world until you read about it here. Flat Number 15. Dekhtey rahiye, same time, same show.