Closing Time?

So, wizened traveller, can you (at last) see the end nearing?

To Stop And Stare

It's a sweltering day at Vizag and I dislike any direct contact with the sun or his rays. However, while my cousin was driving me on the Beach (a.k.a Bitch) Road, I caught a glimpse of this happy lot. I just had to rush out of the car and capture the joy, intimacy and meaning that was shared between the father and children. Despite the harsh sunrays beating my body into a sweaty pulp, I felt refreshed simply standing some feet away from them. That was the kind of air they carried around them.