wafting from the dewy grass and gay leaves, from t |

wafting from the dewy grass and gay leaves, from the cool gentle crisp air and the moist ground, from the struggling sunlight filtering from the trees and the coffee pot whistling on the stove. I love the smell of sunrises I wake up as The dosa batter meets the oil, a crisp smell that rents a room in our PG Every tapri waala brewing tea or coffee wakes up every cat sleeping at every nukad The newspaper boy burns his morning breath away with a cigarette All this becomes the scent I wear to work. #ilikesunrises #yqmuse #freshthoughts

wafting from the dewy grass and gay leaves, from t

Anuj Jain