Re: Snapshot -- Unicorn

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 13:46:47 11/27/06 Mon
Author: Raphaela
Author Host/IP: 80-47-159-125.lond-th.dynamic.dial.as9105.com / 80.47.159.125
Subject: Re: Snapshot
In reply to: Incriminating Eloquence 's message, "Re: Snapshot" on 02:01:12 10/31/06 Tue

Good to see you again - hoipe to catch up here soon

>Ah to have such memories. This makes me long to
>travel and lose myself somewhere that I don't care if
>I'm lost.
>
>
>>The day we arrived, so did the monsoon rains.
>>Each afternoon, regular as clockwork, the sky
>>turned on its tap. The magnificent mountains
>>would peep out from behind a shimmering sheet
>>of rain. The jungle sighed in relief, quenching
>>its thirst. People gave up trying to stay dry.
>>Too hot to wear a mac, too silly to use an
>>umbrella. We eventually succumbed. An
>>umbrella was a luxury to the locals. We
>>left them ours when we left. They smiled.
>>Meanwhile the street flowed through the village.
>>Risking scandalised stares, we hitched our skirts
>>ever higher to avoid the filthy rubbish that swam
>>nonchalantly by. Giggling at our immodesty, we
>>would rush �home� before streets became impassable.
>>Young monks took advantage of a rare bathroom and
>>showered naked in sunshine, laughing in childlike
>>abandonment of philosophical study, playing like
>>otters, refreshed by the monsoon rains. We waded
>>through liquid streets, lifting our flippers,
>>shuffling like penguins hampered by their young.
>>Wind shook the mango trees and the golden
>>fruit too rained down, cascading into a waterfall
>>like heavy golden yokes. The rains subsided as
>>quick as they appeared leaving behind a salmon
>>sky with the promise of a hot day to follow.
>>Whispers of fragrant dhoop spiralled upwards ,
>>clouding the atmosphere of our muddled minds.
>>Himalayan winds cooled the sun-crazed plains,
>>parachuting dust clouds, which we wore as burkas.

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]