Not dead yet, just dormant. Visiting my birthplace, making new friends. Keeping busy. But all good things, actually all things must come to an end. Now it’s time to return in two days.
What is life if not a flowing river rushing to meet the ocean and merge. New banks, new course. Bone dry in summer heat, replenished and rejuvenated by the monsoon rains. What is carried in its bossom is for others to decipher. It just flows oblivious to the joy and pain it spreads. Not indifferent, it does not even know the meaning. Never returning to its source, it just explores.
photo of river Brahmaputra in Guwahati by author
Fleeting Muse 
Beautiful!
So you have had good times during the monsoon here.
Never returning to the source it explores
Superb
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Thanks Shiva.
It was early monsoon, I presume.
Had some nice snaps that I need to sort.
Back to stateside now.
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