Two shades of green, random yellow specks, white and grey coats and the constant drizzle. The smell of wet earth. Wow! With ‘A Love’ by Jeffrey Archer fresh on my mind, I look out of the window; the window could have belonged to a cottage in faraway Italy. A cup of freshly brewed coffee, re-reading ‘A Love’, treating my taste buds to a plateful of freshly cooked penne…
But the window belongs to a building which nests a hospital. The green leaves are losing its charm. They fall down and end up under the mammoth wheels of monstrous vehicles. It’s still pouring, and the earth, wet as yet. So are my eyes…
6 comments:
Lol! Whatever that meant!
To be honest with you,I didnt understand this.Sorry
:) Sir. It reflects my thoughts while at the hospital. Nature heals things but the same thing viewed when u re at a place which spells pain etc, nature also seems depressing!
hey krithika..your writing's like Really Good!! i think you ll make an excellent columnist! :)
Thanks so much Gauri! That's what I want to become :)
shoot...u are really really good!! you shud write a book...and i ll b damned if its not a bestseller!!! :)
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