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Shades of Sun

   It was Sunday evening, the weekend was coming to end. I was sitting in front of Television set watching those usual boring  programs. I was feeling like to go out for evening walk but my laziness prevented me from doing any action. I spent few minutes lying on the sofa pretending to watch the Television program. Then my wife called me, she was doing something in the terrace of our flat. I was irritated, my laziness protested to move and I respected it promptly. Finally my wife came to me hurriedly and took me to the terrace by literally pulling my hand. When I reached the terrace, I was silent for a moment. I took my camera and rushed to the top of our seven storey building. Would you like to find out why I was speechless?





























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  1. Wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww..........................
    Gr8 pics...................
    Thanks to your wife................ w/o whom I won't see these pics

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