sky isn't feeling admirably today. He doesn't care for anything. Mists drift in the sky. On the off chance that it was one more day, the sky would have made a couple of mists. Some would have been elephants, some would have been carts. Again a warrior with a blade in his grasp, progressing towards the adversary. Today, sky would not like. Each evening in the isolation, a yellow feathered creature comes and sits on the coconut tree by the window. He gazed toward the sky. The first occasion when I saw the sky, it would take off. Would return once more. In any case, presently it doesn't take off. It vacillated its wings, made a croaking clamor and dropped dead. Now and then he takes a gander at the sky in shock. Today the feathered creature of the sky would not like to pause. Around then blue came and remained adjacent to him. In spite of the fact that sky can't state everything in his brain, blue can comprehend what he didn't state a lot.
