It is one of another slow morning of summer vacations. I sat on the terrace near the plants, drinking my tea. Lemon was in the flowering stage and Jasmine had some blooms, but some flowers were dried.
I was lost in deep thought when I heard the radio playing. The ghazals and songs made me feel like I was in some 90's era - a time I never experienced. I got up to see where the sound was coming from. It was our neighbor. He was in his shop fixing some machines and listening to it. It was my first time listening. I plucked some dry flowers with the thought of throwing them away, but they felt too pretty.














