The Annual exodus to the "native land" beckons me....
Eagerly??? not so eager? i dont know.
But I shall be back to fill this space with refreshing words of rain kissed mornings and lush green trees , sparkling streams and wet soaked mud....and all those little things I forget to even notice in my mechanical urban existance.
I was at the passport office today and as I sat there painfully waiting
for the work to be done I observed the feet of people. There were so many
people b...
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