Amidst the dryness of Delhi, I miss the "Autumn Season" of my little village and its new looks, the green paddy field, the blue river Disang, the hills touching the horizon.
The Kahua blowing in the bank of the river Yamuna couldn’t cool down my passion.
Really it is an ecstasy for me to spend a few days in my little village amidst the magic of autumn season. How is amazing, wonderful, the seasonal delight of the idyllic life???????????
Oh, my little village, still you are in the lapse of nature. No, industrialization, no globalization………….