Monday, June 1, 2015

Beat this logic!

Beat this logic!!!

The flowers in my garden, the large red leaves of a  row of crotons are all mostly torn.
They are shapelessly still and don't look beautiful today.
It's the same story outside every house in our street, as well as in the parallel streets.

The sun shines sharp and bright.
So, is that it? Are the flowers wilting and drooping under his harsh glare?
No,no,no,no,no.....You must remember that that's how the sun is here in these parts. And the flowers usually dance in the wind, looking up cheerfully.
It was the hailstorm, and that was nearly twenty four hours ago: uprooting forty eight trees around Yelahanka; two in our street. It doesn't even sound logical that living things should be beaten up and torn into unsightly bits by what is usually food to them.
Glorious quantities of water, armed with ferocious winds and stones of ice rattled on man's pretentious roof tops, splintering the sturdy and the soft alike. This impartial hailstorm.

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