In stillness of the pond…
I live happily on shredded moments of quietude.
These moments are picked up at random, here and there, while walking alongside the old familiar banks, stopping by the muddy pits. Sometimes I step back, lean on fences.
Gaze at the sunsets…
Sometimes I just click these amateurish pictures.
P.S: I did not kiss this frog:) I let it leap from my palm and go back into its pond.