It's Sunday evening, I'm here sitting near the window relishing the breezy climate where leaves moving rhythmically as the sky changes its color. While the aroma of ginger chai travels all way from Maa's kitchen All I could think of is, Same time last year how things were. It was pretty much the same - home, breezy climate, birds chirping, Maa and her chai, No laptop sunday. But today, through my window witnessing same things with grateful eyes. Then, with welled eyes. It's all about what your heart is filled with. If sorrow, it rolls down cheeks, If love, it spreads the lips. For better read: It's Sunday evening, I'm here sitting near the window relishing the breezy climate where leaves moving rhythmically as the sky changes its color. While the aroma of ginger chai
