A random day.

I wake up late, miss college.

There is this smell I  love , the one I long for.

I notice something different about the air , it is calm.

The curtains look different, they are a tinge I know ,

Even the shadows cast around the room.

 But it can't be, it is way too early. 

I walk across the room to the curtains , brush them aside.

There it is everywhere, glistening on tiny leaves, on the edge of the grills,

Everything seems as if someone has cast a darker tone to every object around you. 

I close my eyes and smile. 

For I feel blessed.

These places

And then there are these places,
Absolutely ridiculously perfect,
Too perfect for you to acknowledge their existence,
But there they are,
Present
And that is beauty,
Untouched
Not manipulated,
Just sheer beauty
In it's purest form,
Everywhere.

Before sunrise

Everyone wants a little bit of magic, something out of this realm to happen,  something that takes our breath away,  leaves us stupified. And those numerous ridiculously perfect tales registered in our brain,  there is a bar that is set and most of the times we are so busy  concentrating , waiting for that one moment to unfold,  we miss out on the several tiny beautiful things unfolding besides us.