The childhood days had great moments and trysts with monsoons. Maybe some memories exclusively reserved for villages. This festival season it has come back. Family get together, heavy rains, cool nights, flowers and feast.
Years have passed still the freshness of monsoon revives the nature lover sleeping inside. The missing ingredient is the jolly trip that couldn't be established. Let the winter come.
It has been two years since some fruits has been shared for the society. Now the long lost passion has been recovered. Thanks to the drivers of the unity bus at work. Eyes, Blood and Life Support study.
Once upon a time, some 5-6 years ago,while walking through the pavement at the state capital, some words were uttered. This city is a good place to work. May not be a good place to live. But definitely a good place to get a job.
Years later, as the alchemist says, whole world conspired to get a job at that city. 12 months spend there were awesome. A very good time. Good connections. Maybe a whole lot of realisations of what the place was and what it wasn't.
Today when watching a film song shot right across the city, memories start flowing on the days spent there. It was a good place to live also.
