May 5, 2015
An Evening Grass Dew
As I slogged my way out from our rusty elevator of the west lobby The aroma of ‘an evening grass dew’ enchanted my senses It threw me into a flashback of Assam Where my evenings were spent playing Cricket or at the bench with geeky girls on lenses
The dusk were almost antiquated in winters Not that it stopped us from desperately frisking for a cricket ball lost in the mighty woods The sunny days…
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