Every morning, thesedays, I wake up to find that the fields besides my Aundh home are enveloped in a white fluffy blanket of mist. Diwali's in the air & I can almost smell it.
Those same delicate white scented flowers are in full bloom again. They get spread like a carpet or a 'Rangoli' beneath those trees that bear it.
Winter's sending its messengers to inform that it is on the way. I greet these occasional chill breezes with glee & all the hospitality I have, lest their master may think that it is unwelcome.
Those same delicate white scented flowers are in full bloom again. They get spread like a carpet or a 'Rangoli' beneath those trees that bear it.
Winter's sending its messengers to inform that it is on the way. I greet these occasional chill breezes with glee & all the hospitality I have, lest their master may think that it is unwelcome.
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