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A Nostalgia...



First shower, when the drops embracing the gravity, dropped flat dissolving with the soil. The soil changes its shade with the frequency of the drops. The air which was dusty wind till now converts into aroma, fragrance, which I wish I could store in empty jars, the fragrance which being mild have the power to kill many perfumes. Empty streets with parked vehicles, with those dripping trees, every drop shines in it trueness in those street lights.
The season wearing different clothes. The mercury shrinks, as the count of showers increase, the layers of coolness is added. The shades of sky get heavier, with that greenery taking uproot even in unwanted places, unexpectedly. There are many memories with this seasonal change with a sense and remembrance of smell.
Every old thing is been evaporated with burning summer and there is a new view all around. 
I never liked crawling the path to school (nor to college) but the reason which made me walk were those new things, which I got at the beginning of the new grade. That bag which roars the taste of the superhero's, that raincoat which defined the adoring shade, which had a plastic aroma even using it after a long break. 
Those books were never good for me but, smelled pretty perfect and covering them even by knowing that they are going to uncover the marks, subjectively.  Flipping those pages, not for the knowledge but rating the interest and entertainment of the subject with picture count. 
Not just things but some humans too had an impact, a fear with a new grade that the one whom we wrote essays and letters of the best friend last year will he be sharing the same class or bench this year, and if not then waiting for that interval after hours of lectures. Some even not being friends they were close since their mother took good care of the taste and stomach in their boxes. The first day was always beautiful no workload, so extra hours to play, no worry for shoes so jumping on that puddle and running over the large one.  Life was then operated with the number of friends, not by the number of cash.  Broken toys, undone homework, and upset friends were much better than today's stress of even done work, broken heart and fake peoples. 
That fresh first shower has hidden in the dust of memory. We have come ahead running an unknown race, which is never going to end. Unless we realise that the life is a journey, not a destination.        

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