Sunday, February 11, 2007

Brick kiln chimneys stuck into the bosom of the country soil like enormous incense sticks fuming in veneration. Such is the soil that this earth is made of, such are the bricks that our walls are made of.

4 comments:

the snake said...

rich with imagery...very poetic

ankurindia said...

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Sajith said...

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Unknown said...

nice write..