As we were driving through the calm, wide, dense but silent roads of Hyderabad, my friend's brother kept on pointing one building then to another. But I was totally lost as it was after nearly two months that I happened to feel and appreciate the nature's beauty. I was missing those mornings when my eyes used to see the beautiful trees and a silent road drenched in orange light across the 5 x 5 feet window opening of my one seater hostel room. The view used to bring immense agility, undefined.
After coming to Pune that same missing factor "an Iota of romance with our Earth so beautiful" brings emptiness.
Counting the inroads of hours..
Cogitating deeply the events parsed...
Realization of carrying rancour...
Sometimes for a second or an hour...
Searching for a missing an Iota of romance..
Silouette of a salubrious gathering..
On one side of the window opening..
The other side fragrance of wet soil..
Breathing and Sustaining the aleviated toil..
Penance of dereliction on that account...
A feeling pirouette...
Why din't mind capture the congenial air..
A deal so lucrative and fair..
To live those moments now we care...
To search an Iota of romance with Nature in the air...
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