and-here in my balcony, I stand all fidgeting with a cup of coffee in my hands, it has grown chilly since a couple of days, the reflection of mine has turned to a shadow and there I see an aeroplane of wings of small birds, flying away to the North, the peacock's calls have faded now while the breeze sings in laurels of the v i o l e t e v e... (caption) Title : The Violet Eve : The Autophile's Mirror and-here in my balcony, I stand all fidgeting with a cup of coffee in my hands, it has grown chilly