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Nature is the magic ingredient which I blow into my dreams.

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“Won’t you suggest a makeover, miss?”,
Swipe for the full video.
A major throwback (2017) from my blog :D
The new medicine was finally in stores.
It was a hot day. The sun shone with all its might and the sand was hot. Tired, he settled down on one of the comfortable chairs placed on the beach. They weren't meant for him, they were meant for the men and women who crowded the beach, drank things out of pretty coconut shells and stupidly walked around with hats on and little else. The shack owners seemed to love them for some reason, those noisy idiots. He looked around scornfully. There was a plastic bottle with a little water on the side, but not enough for him to be able to drink. Must be those thoughtless humans! Irritated, he looked around as he always did in these cases. Idiotic as they were, the tourists always left a thing or two in their carelessness, and he picked them up without remorse, taking those back to his nest. It was the closest and most viable imitation of a revenge in his mind. As he looked around, suddenly something caught his eye, shimmering and glittering in the scorching sun. Aha! Must be one of those glittery things they wear around their necks. Over the years, he had come to realise that those were quite valuable to the humans, although he never understood their purpose. With one last look around, he swiftly swooped down from the armchair and picked up the trinket from the sand. With an air of victory and a sense of pride in his heart, the crow flew away. His prize hung from his beak, a liquor bottle cap, shining in the sun.
This is something I had written a long time back, but it's a more appropriate read now, owing to the current situation worldwide-
LOCKDOWN
Fine as her tastes were,
Sometimes, noise that gets old sounds like music to our ears. And sometimes, we even crave stale food.
UNRELATED MUSING
"A crown of flowers hangs heavy on the head, but a positive mind bears the weight with grace", wise words by @ambi1729 at the time of a pandemic, a welcome break from the stale and the morbid.
Too tired to write a caption. Hence, open to interpretation.

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