I Thrive On My Most Evening Life In This Park Across The Street, The Sounds, The Silence, Feelings And

i thrive on my most evening life in this park across the street, the sounds, the silence, feelings and scents. 

Tonight's sleep is so uncertain, for tomorrow I might never want to wake up, but I have seen tiniest of worlds yet, million miles are still left to explore, a thousand beautiful people and glimmering stars, I wish tomorrow comes the monsoon, I wish if I could watch the rain lashing over the lakes, I want to see all those, so would I rise up early, my night is never uncertain anymore.

beauteous in her curly hair, smile as wide as a crescent her cheeks so cherry red brows sketched in freckles Why am I so into you, is it you or your heart Or the divinity of your notions?

“By some special graciousness of fate I am deposited — as all good photographers like to be — in the right place at the right time. Go into it [photography] as young as possible. Bring all the asset you have and play to win.”

— Margaret Bourke-White, Portrait of Myself

Halo, Shadow and their Expressions.

Halo (the white one) is playful, obedient, never gets away from under your legs, and love to be touched. She is jealous of pampering Shadow (the yellow one) though, and is scared of Cars, Bike horns, elephants and snakes. But Shadow is a bit damn too bold and dares to take down even a rhino. Both of them love Children, and play with strangers like they know them for many years. Shadow is a bit fat that she prefer not to run, but amazingly fast and stable she is while she runs behind a cat, and is a trickster, very clever, and never minds us if she isn't interested. i miss them!