Color of Clouds (Microfiction)

The wing of the plain slicing through the clouds. The captain had declared few moments ago we’re going to land in twenty minutes; twenty minutes…I murmured to self and ran into a thought; twenty years I’ve been out of my birthland, my motherland for writing a book on Krishna calling him God of Sex not Wisdom. I look again outside; the clouds seems to be colored different; they doesn’t belong to any country, but, I felt at that moment they’re colored differently–is it what clouds of own country seems…

Three Lines Tales, Week 59

Photo by Brian Gaid via Unsplash

Author: Sangbad

A published poet. Avid Reader. Favorite authors (few) are Satyajit Ray, Saradindu Bandyopadhyay, Bankim Ch. Chatterjee, Jhumpa Lahiri, O. Henry, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, etc. Music lovers. Love to hear Rabrinda Sangeet, Anjan Dutt, Enrique Iglesias, Mozart & Beethoven (though can't say which is who's symphony). Dislike to get clicked. Love to be self (introvert).

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