Wind beneath my wings......

...............

Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,

wind beneath my wings.....

so high I almost touch the sky.

Thank you, thank you,

thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings

- Bette Midler

On a Saturday morning , as I left Delhi for a holiday this was how it felt.... it was like soaring into the clear blue skies, without a care in the world.

But as beautiful as the blue sky looked, it looked a bit bland without the architecture of the cloud-scape's, and my wishes were granted when the first few wisps appeared in the sky. It was like the beginning of Beethoven's  Symphony, which culmunated in a thunderstorm by the time we reached Bangalore.