The Smells and Colours of the seasons are a child's delight
The express train hurtled across the landscape - remorseless, uncaring. I sat by the window looking at nothing in particular. Suddenly the sky burst open and unleashed liquid needles of rain on the expectant earth. The root above me rattled in protest as adventurous little drops skipped in through the window on to my lap. And then imperceptibly, I had melted into the six-year old who peeped through the doors of her grandmother's house in Delhi, at the newly baptised world outside, wondering if she would be allowed to play in the rain.Through the rose-tinted glasses of childhood, every season unfolded layers of wonder and promise. In the monsoons, I would revel in a celebration after the first shower. The freshly-bathed trees, shrouded in a dim fairy twilight, held a temptation that was only just stronger than the aroma of pakoras from the kitchen. Resolutely, I would turn my back to the call of the appetite and instead step out into the emerald atmosphere that beckoned. The smell of henna, strange to say, came from every tree that I ventured near! The bold lemon was the only exception. Its spicy odour would travel to my nostrils while I ran a tentative finger along a leaf. Shyly, a droplet would trickle down to my palm and I wou
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Paradise Finally, , Heaven Earth,
Approximate Word count = 985
Approximate Pages = 4 (250 words per page double spaced)
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