At the midst of nowhere, there seems to be an endless transitional space where Kaleidoscope now inhabits. A varanda, that offers more of a macro cosm with micro details. The trees outside offers the perfect wilderness, the miss in the bark, the never ending furn on the bark is a timeless memories that mesmerises one's soul. Kaleidoscope can quitely sit on a chair and listen to the loud sound of birds and whispering wind that blows through the monsoon soaked old Kadam tree. He could live a thousand lives just by looking at the trees grwing old, and the end of civilisations that could imagine to paint the walls Blue-White.
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