View off my terrace

Scattered remains of a puissiant monsoon trailed behind its back in the form of thin vapou of clouds. They skimmed through the lower layers of the atmosphere dispersing the white reflected light of the moon into a concentric ring of flamboyant primary colours. The slhouette of the neem tree blocked the rest of the panorama but somehow rendered the view unnaturally beautiful. It was dark with specks of the stars casting their cliched glamour to the dark empty setting. They were the spoil sports; the stars that is; they somehow always steal the credit for making the empty blackness of space a sight to behold. Yet i looked past them to see the less illustrious benefactor to the picture. Somehow I felt that the clouds covering the sectacle of the distant shimmers of light served them right. It was an act of eating humble pie. Yet all this drama, orchestrated by the most grandest and effluent of non living entities. Whoever said life is dramatic needs to seriously reconsider his observations.

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