There is something about misty mornings when the windowpanes tell so many stories: Sometimes it looks like the demons are attacking the world, sometimes people are climbing mountains and sometimes it looks like the children are playing on the grass. I wake up every morning and look at the window to decipher the story written by the dew drops.
On a foggy day outside world looks surreal. It looks within reach yet beyond my touch. Water in its many forms continue to intrigue me.
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