Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky..' Rabindranath Tagore.
This is my blog.
A relatively capsulated collection of sights, sounds, thoughts,
ideas and pieces of knowledge that interest and inspire me.
and with every revolution comes a song
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Curiouser and curiouser..
For now, Rudy and Liesel made their way onto Himmel Street in the rain.
He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world.
She was the book thief without the words.
Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain.
Cover image from wheniwentout.blogspot.com
