Treasure Island

PRADIP DASGUPTA

(1-10-1989 / JAMSHEDPUR)

FIRST RAIN


The cool winds has come into my window. The rain has come from calling of the storms. Sweet perfume of soil, cold breeze everywhere. With the doors and windows shutting up and down. With the intensity it has come, it has departed with silence. leaving filled drains and fallen leaves everywhere. Leaving the coldness everywhere.

Submitted: Thursday, March 28, 2013
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