#urbanvillage

Inside it's a bit chilled and the sun feels too warm. So I place an organic seating "stool outta hemp" in shade. I sit leaning forward holding the phone and typing while keeping my feet exactly next to the border of shade into the sun. This way I manage to feel warm and relaxed and enjoy looking at the coriander plant that has just sprouted a few days back. It's all green and the ants run in its vicinity. Maybe it's too hot and chilled for them too. The background noise of a handloom mill, the shouts, the rumble vehicles bring to the window panes has never been so relaxing.

The marigold flower which just survived this Diwali because we weren't here for Diwali, blossoms in all the shine. But wait, who had put this marigold garland on the door? Maybe it was the caretaker, who also happened to lit a candle adjacent to the door this Diwali. The sky is limitless and so are dreams. The Air India plane which just flew above my head right now, still makes me excited like the childhood, though I didn't wave at it this time though. As I stare at the big mountain which finds its roots in river Beas, I notice a new road has been constructed, to a habitat where almost no-one lives. The clips for the clothes swing on the rusted iron wire, only when the breeze gets turbulent, also they have faded over time. The mint creeper attracts my attention, it's green yet the stalks are bit dried up. Mint is my favorite, it reminds me of the refreshing summer drinks I have had this summer. Mom just called me and reminded me to have "kaadha" for my sore throat and maybe it's called decoction in English. I remember my pharmacology classes a bit. Now the sun has taken a dip, life slows down, government employees would be returning home in an hour or so. So will my dad. I guess this is one of the blessed afternoons. Sorry if you can't relate to this, mountains are always magical. I belong here.

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