And then there was that feeling of Epiphany.
Of things falling into place.
The warm,velvety twilight,the long winding road dotted with blobs of light from tiny 'generalstores' shacks, the wind rushing in through the open car-window,the old,romantic banglasongs in the background, and the dol-purnima moon: round, iridescent and dhudhe-alta red.
It was so ethereal, so perfect,that it was matter-of-fact.
Like old movie sets, where the car stood still and the landscape flitted by.
I haven't tried for a long time, but I think I can still fly.
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