A Summer Afternoon

They refuse, they are not even paralysed…they can still make out all the shapes and structures and flow of those lines in the air, like dancing to a pattern or a note being played on the flute in some faraway land…the music barely reaching the mango groves you are sitting in yet somehow it’s a summer afternoon and everything is silent… the birds are silent and the leaves are just sitting still, waiting, craving for the evening breeze to give them a fleeting life ...and somehow that eerie on every other occasion silence feels so close to home and brings to you the musical notes that make you want to dance with every single fibre in your being and your eyes close as if they have just fallen in love with the most beautiful being on the entire planet and your body starts moving as if it had a mind of its own….you seem to be losing control and all of a sudden your mind doesn’t care anymore…it just wants that moment to last forever, for that summer afternoon to stay forever…for time to sit still until you have taken in every possible detail of that scenario and stamped your heart with it//

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