In the sky.


When I am in the sky, I feel the tempest desire to soar higher. As the wind flows through my hair, I feel the freedom in its hushed voices. Dreams are a reality in making, a slow intervention of hope and dreams. One day, I will look back and feel elated of the life thus passed. I will still remember the peace when I was in the sky.

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Aeroshow, Bangalore 2015

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