or dream .... like I write in the title
One of the youngest to conclude my series of sleepers (if I don't find any anymore in some dark corner:)).
Young learned, old done.
In spite all the noise always present here at Madurai, you grow in to it and doesn't bother you at all anymore, in fact you find isolation in your own dreams in the midst of all this noise as a sheltering wall that protects you, certain if this noise would suddenly stop, you get awake with a disturbed feeling.
That's the first thing you noticed when you come home from India, it is so silent that you miss this lively intense noise as if the world stopped.
Notice the black points on forehead and cheek to protect this little thing(Dave Berry). Taken when I passed them while they were waiting for a cab.
A small tranlated Tamil poem (given by a Tamil friend Prem)
Spread the wings
You and me
in a different world
have different faces
stroll & roam
I can be.
Dreams are for free