The aroma of dried up soil and warm air baking outside...
Yes my first feeling of home.
I speculate occasionally how amusing and hilarious life is...
How certain effects touch us similar to a
Butterfly brushing by ...
but we slightest think about it...
I cherished the aroma that entrapped and caught me...
The whole thing from the tenderness and compassion of yesteryear’s blossom flaccid in the sun... dry brittle leaves scattered all above the soil.
The echo of horns, smoke partitions formed by transportation buses and the ear-splitting trading of street hawkers.
I am suddenly becoming a kid and the whole thing I saw and sensed was something I desire to treasure.
Not a thing wanted to wait for long and if I didn’t take hold of it now
It may dry up and wither off...
untouched
Have you ever noticed the manner drops of water flow along the windowpane...
When there is a heavy rain next time, remember my words, stop and have a glance at it.
I am in no doubt that everyone will like it.
~~Cheers~~
ya dude I know like rain..
ReplyDeletethat too u have come form a place where u see most part of the year rain..