There are days when one wants to stand on top of the tallest building, drink in the surrealism that the blue beckons and watch its magic envelop. Satiate a hunger that drives one to search for a hue that makes one feel passionately potent.
And then there are days when the windowsill draws you into its folds to let the whispered stories of the city’s skyline engulf you.
The hue is like none seen before.
Vivid and gentle, dominant and sublime, a cocoon yet nudging one to explore – the dichotomy beckons the virgin explorer to dip and taste, linger and seek.
Not a flutter of the wings…Nor the buzz of the twilight distracts the stillness.
Just when I thought I couldn’t fall in love with a city and it’s skyline, comes something like this….