All I want to sneak into cozy blanket but decide to move out of this humdrum city of designer skyline
Making a way through mountains to heaven land ; where majestic birds chirp continuously awake you to enjoy the rain falling on your skin , filling your pores &make you glow & grin.
We reach a small shack & see a women dressed in Kashti saree & big red bindi smiles & says, ‘Namaskar, You must be from the big city. Come I’ll make you chai
My heart silently whispers I don’t want to go back
It’s a sunset & she waits for her husband to return from the field
Making him a bhakri (bread) & thecha (chutney in Marathi) & rest in his arm & dream of city life & here we return to the city full of crowds & no life.