Concrete jungles. That's what we call the cities that we live in. The term emanates a cold vibe. Something hard and unkind; ugly and suffocating. This jungle is crammed with multi-storeyed apartments and scores of pigeon-holes for windows.
The vistas outside range from somebody's bathroom to bedroom or ugly drainpipes and cracked walls or more tall buildings which would mean more concrete.
However, people like me, who have been born and brought up in these not-so-pristine ubranscapes do get our quota of heaven.
A beautiful cloud up in the sky peeking in between those ugly dish antennae. A wonderful sunrise outside your bedroom window -so what if you can only see one half of the sun while the rest is hidden behind your neighbor's window.
Nature weaves itself intelligently into the warp and weave of these concrete jungles and gives us a glimpse of a slice of heaven in our very own urbanscapes.
This photograph is straight out of the camera. This is what I saw in my viewfinder. Magical.
I found the magnificent setting sun complementing the urbanesque foreground complete with its dish antennae, water tank, electric poles....and hey there is even a bird that nature has thrown in to form a perfect picture - just for us city-zens.
It might be a cliche but it is a true - Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.
We just have to look and we are bound to find little slices of heaven all around us in this concrete jungle.
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