This is Issue 50 of Bombay Daak. We have taken 27 months to get here. Thank you for being part of this journey this far. A mild breeze wakes up on the blue sea, thirsty it races behind the clouds on the horizon. The warm waters below give fire to its wings and there it goes faster and faster seeking the clouds; they seem always to be within reach yet just as far. Once, Twice, Thrice … it goes around the skies of its watery world before it tires and lets up. The clouds stop still. The day becomes night, the clouds becomes water, the breeze lies drenched; its thirst now quenched.
050 - Everything Flows
050 - Everything Flows
050 - Everything Flows
This is Issue 50 of Bombay Daak. We have taken 27 months to get here. Thank you for being part of this journey this far. A mild breeze wakes up on the blue sea, thirsty it races behind the clouds on the horizon. The warm waters below give fire to its wings and there it goes faster and faster seeking the clouds; they seem always to be within reach yet just as far. Once, Twice, Thrice … it goes around the skies of its watery world before it tires and lets up. The clouds stop still. The day becomes night, the clouds becomes water, the breeze lies drenched; its thirst now quenched.