Delhi hits 44 degs and I'm losing it... Masoori trip comes across as so precious now- the trees, peace, sleeping off in the blissful forest for a while. Dammit I ache for the sight of dense flora to run through, my hands on a tree that holds homes to a million lives, the sound of absolutely nothing but the lives of the forest.
Apart from this, 5 things i need in life
- drawing sheets
- lots of pencils
- my car
- red wine
- my Zippo
the rustle of the leaves
ReplyDeletethe sounds that the insects make
the creeking of the trunks
a gentle gust
the sun beams trying to peek in
but failing in their every effort
a voilent brook...gushing its way
those huge trunks...
and those entwining climbers
where theres so much happening...
yet unknown
my kinda place...my campus..lol..have i earned enough envy...;-)