INDIA
I WANT TO DWELL IN YOUR HEART AGAIN
I HAVE NOT VENTURED ENOUGH
I MISS YOU.
the cold weather
the shivering every night and day
the thick woollen coats
the roses that blooms , oh its sweet scent
the delicate clinking of the wind-charm
the old folks sitting by the park
the blaring of honks on highways
the haze and the mist
veils the valley like a bride
shy and hidden away by the smoke
when its almost unbearable
we sip garang chai
savour on succulent tomatoes
the warm mutton biryani
the refreshing vegetable soups
the beauty and art
intricate saris, shawls and pashminas
the beggars of streets
hanging by the roads peeing on the walls
numerous butts I have seen them all
you have charmed me
I want to visit you again. Please :(
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