memories

The aroma of dehydrated soil and baking warm air outside...

Yap, this is about the emotions of my home...

I sometime question to myself, how amusing and hilarious my life was...

And certain effects in our life tap us like a butterfly brushing and we least care for it. I treasured the smell that captured me.

The whole lot is from the warmth of yesteryear, buds flaccid in sun to the parched brittle leaves scattered over the earth. The noise of horns, the smoulders from the vehicles especially government buses and street hawkers shouting to sell.

I am behaving like a childish manner, as if I want to turn into kid once more. The things what I saw and felt from my yesteryears are something which I want to treasure. These memories are biggest wealth for me.

~~Cheers~~