Wind in my hair...
I was in Pune for just a day. Had to run some errands. Previous day was a mad day to travel on expressway. Huge serpentine traffic jam. Not that the next day was any good. But it was about 1 hour in the ghats.
In the evening , I borrowed a scooty and went riding to my friends place and the wind in my hair ,the scent of rains. Certain freshness that life offers in Pune.
Plus, I think half the Puneities went out of town, hence traffic was peaceful. The lane I stay is lined with all bungalows so it is peaceful and serene compared to the hustle -bustle of Mumbai.
There is literally a carpet of flowers of Parijaat on road. Gulbakshi flowers growing in plenty.
I sang to myself and couldn't care a hang of what people thought.
Nature and Music and heal any broken soul.
I was in Pune for just a day. Had to run some errands. Previous day was a mad day to travel on expressway. Huge serpentine traffic jam. Not that the next day was any good. But it was about 1 hour in the ghats.
In the evening , I borrowed a scooty and went riding to my friends place and the wind in my hair ,the scent of rains. Certain freshness that life offers in Pune.
Plus, I think half the Puneities went out of town, hence traffic was peaceful. The lane I stay is lined with all bungalows so it is peaceful and serene compared to the hustle -bustle of Mumbai.
There is literally a carpet of flowers of Parijaat on road. Gulbakshi flowers growing in plenty.
I sang to myself and couldn't care a hang of what people thought.
Nature and Music and heal any broken soul.
No comments:
Post a Comment