I get down from the bus and look at my watch. Its shows 6:00 pm. I look around and give an appreciative nod at the yellow flowers growing in the wild. I again shake my head in bewilderment ... even the wild flowers are beautiful.
As I look around myself.. I can see that it must have drizzled lighly a few hours ago...the road is a little wet...I take a deep breath..( a habit since childhood that comes into light everytime it rains) ...and nothing...the mitti ki sugandh that sorrunds you during the rain is missing...and then I realise....I am not in India...and a stab of something missing...
1 year ago
5 comments:
I loved your post.Its springtime and there are beautiful flowers everywhere.
He he. Getting homesick, are we ?
Thats really what comes from the heart...and don you worry...there s something coming up to fill up all the gaps..atleast for a couple of days...;-)
Just noticed your blog. damn, you're a nice writer yaar. really cool.
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