sunday evenings and a road in banglore...

hi,

after a long time i am in a state at which i use to spend all my sunday evenings back in bangalore.... the sweatnes of evening comming along, the light warmth of dusky sun slowly openning your pores.. the oncomming chill in the wind, the lightness of vision and heavyness of thoughts... those taste buds which open up, the smell of rustlling leaves fullfilling your entity.. those floating dreams in blue haze... those wind chime music of ringing laughter from those preaty lips... a fludity, subtel yet so turbid enough to stop the conversations between nerve endings........ ohh i miss that bliss of carelessness.... and i miss my freinds.... miss my beast between the legs, a throbbing, thumping flying ride, my bike.. ;) flotation on this magic carpet of memories is the best ride i have had..

till the next time,
keep LIVING!!!!!!
Alastor(sid).......