Perennial blessings! Aren’t they, for the city buried under the dust of dreary doldrums…?
A silver-lining can enlighten the hearts of thousands!
The harbinger of the somber spring and chaotic monsoon… or the soothing chuckles of crying babies!!
Silver-lining, rhapsodic as it is, appears above the city-lights and disappears, to wink at the dusty eyes of the evening!
As if a celebration, a carnival or, a festival in the earth below was stopped to get a glimpse of it.
Written in response to a Photo Prompt