A Quiet Afternoon

A Quiet Afternoon

A Story by Airafh

A quiet afternoon, sitting in my window gallery and losing myself in a beautiful book just taking breaks to watch the brown dried leaves fall of the branches of the tree whenever a squirrel hopped or a crow sat. Hearing the distinct tweet of the birds and watching a dog walk aimlessly in the buidling compound and the wind chime weaving it's melodious tune to this beautiful afternoon.

© 2017 Airafh

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lovely times to sit back and watch nature at its best rather than we watch in a blur.

Posted 10 Months Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


9 Months Ago

Thank you very much andrew. Childhood were the days when we had ample time to sit in the lap of natu.. read more
andrew mitchell

9 Months Ago

i know it sucks!
Beautiful imagery. It reminds me of the beginning of spring or end of autumn. Things are beautiful, between the barrenness of winter and the lushness of summer.

Posted 11 Months Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


11 Months Ago

Thank you very much Clifford for your comments. Much appreciated.

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2 Reviews
Added on February 16, 2017
Last Updated on February 16, 2017



Mumbai, Borivali, India


A Poem by Airafh