The shower had stopped and the raindrops hung from wires and leaves
Swinging gently in the breeze,
unsure of the new surroundings,
loath to making new commitments to the world below.
Spring came with it’s commitment to spread warmth and cheer.
It impregnated the air with love, awoke the cuckoo and
reached the spot where the gulmohur tree would eagerly wait.
Only to find the gulmohur replaced, by a concrete pillar.
Born in the year 1968, my childhood was spent amidst the beautiful scenic landscape of a small town in India, Ranchi. Though an engineer by qualification, reading, writing and cooking are my passions. Another thing that I am passionate about is my country, India. As they say, a lifetime is probably not enough to explore the whole of India. Currently based in Kolkata, I can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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