It was the abnormal day of octomber which looked dull, tenebrous and lacked all the allure and flare. It had worn a fugly look. The opaque haze of morning air had enveloped every sight of it and things could be only seen in a clear and understandable disposition when lying close to eye. Ones eyes had to energize lot to see the things at a far and long distance. Slowly and steadily the day changed its colours and cantours which could not be construed with the normal imagination of the man. With feeble steps the morning hours pulled its reins on journey towards the noon. Finally when the arms of watch nearly striked 9.a.m ,the croutchety tempered morning took aidue from the viewers with altogether the disapperance of silver flakes of mist. Afterall the dark blanket of mist vanished. Things looked clearly visible. Although the day removed the foggy veil from its visage but still it was not sunny. It was reigned by clouds with mighty and grotesque wings that even the blistering heat of sun could not burn them. One felt pity on the herculean sun. It was hapless that day.
Nature had made alteration from the routine view of soothing presentation. After the hazy morning the sun shines bright but it were clouds levetating the sky. It was complete bafflement to the nature hugger. He would feel perplexion in her company. It seemed as if nature had broken its laws and customs of ancestry. It was at odds with symmetry and coherance. It was soused in mystery and quandary. Nobody could discover its secrets. Why did not sun made its apperance after the haze? It was the quest not to be sought.
Although laden with unsolicited querries, one could not miss the mournful and black robe worn by the day and One could easily listen the crooning elegy in its crowd. Something was there that it mourned. Something was there that it deplored. It bewailed something. That it bemoaned loss and it consoled loss.
Nature had made alteration from the routine view of soothing presentation. After the hazy morning the sun shines bright but it were clouds levetating the sky. It was complete bafflement to the nature hugger. He would feel perplexion in her company. It seemed as if nature had broken its laws and customs of ancestry. It was at odds with symmetry and coherance. It was soused in mystery and quandary. Nobody could discover its secrets. Why did not sun made its apperance after the haze? It was the quest not to be sought.
Although laden with unsolicited querries, one could not miss the mournful and black robe worn by the day and One could easily listen the crooning elegy in its crowd. Something was there that it mourned. Something was there that it deplored. It bewailed something. That it bemoaned loss and it consoled loss.
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