One more shallow memory from the wuthering heights.
Looking out of the windowpane and recalling the left over memories. Random words of Ghazals are bringing such beautiful meanings to the passing thoughts. Not leaving behind the sound of ceiling fan above too.
What is it which is contracting and spreading inside? How is this turbulence of emotions? One moment I feel happy as in the picture and other time, feel drawning into the ocean of despair. I wonder, how am I not able to find the reason for subtle pain?
Relinquished, to find the meaning out of chromatic picture now. Taking my heart back to the particular day of this brisk walk on the Hill.
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