Summery India, Indian Summer
It is amazing how every summer in India breathes life into me. The morning heat, the drumming up of the dark clouds in the north-west, the thunderous rain washing every little leaf, every red flower and within 10 minutes the sky is sparkling blue with white puffy clouds smiling all over it - ahh, I could drink that beauty, that happiness year after year and yet not be full. This summer was different.
I had sparing chance to notice them as I watched and listened the tales of youth, youth dreaming of life, youth brimming with confidence, youth uncertain of what lies ahead, youth certain of certainty in life..... ha, how simple and straight life always appears till it tosses you, toasts you and tests your mettle - will you survive?
posted by Tuya @ 22:35
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