Light poured through the corners. A gentle breeze blew over them. The corners had their own soul .They were lying in a pool of light creating their own silhouettes.
The jasmines whispered in them through soft jellied moonlight .Their fragrance held us in thrall.
Our old tiled house had its corners soft and purring like our family kitten. They cast such fine shadows dusky, deep and mysterious .We looked into our abandoned well to fathom the depth of its corners. The water there was a mere shadow ,the shadow of a reality that once was.