Among the ruins of an Amphitheatre

Trapped she thought.Mundane thoughts came flooding in her mind. She couldnt stop but brood over what happened. The cards she played,seemed all wrong, a decision that could make or break things finally turned against her. The codes she wrote with passion were a pain now. Her destination now seemed a distant dream. She felt lost, aliented in the new city, the city that never came to terms with her.



Last week at Golcunda, I saw that window, the Window to Heaven, I managed to find it among the ruins.I hope she finds it soon too.

A Dancefloor of a golden era waits patiently to be rejuvenated.