the hills are burning. i see a golden ring far away, in the direction of sathuvachari. thick red glow, the flames lapping hungrily. i picture myself on top of that barren, rocky hill, where i was a year back. the sight is unnerving even from this distance, from my room window.
nothing changes. the town is as quiet and peaceful as ever, fast asleep,while a fire rages madly around it.
nothing changes. the town is as quiet and peaceful as ever, fast asleep,while a fire rages madly around it.
