Whispering Thoughts

Not those certain spells,  those little stretches of time, when the planets, the stars  and the celestial objects  are apparently positioned  in a manner that has been pronounced auspicious  by the keepers of piety.  No, not those interspersed  those so-called opportune, propitious durations.  But every billionth of a second,  every twinkling that the uproarious, roisterous creed called siblings,  the brothers and sisters,  the cousins and kinsfolk  spend together,  all such trices, such flashes becoming sanctified. The resulting brouhaha a pious reverential festival in itself. Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Highest landing shot. Box cricket game on terrace, ball falls, two storeys. Linking with Photo Challenge #478 Welfare unto all  Rab rakha