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A Memory - Yadgiri...



Blue at the top and the green around the bottom, meet together at the end of the long naked road. Unknown of the distance and unaware of the destination. The fields teased us for such a wideness could be found in the city. The roads were hard to be figured out. Every face was a stranger and use of intelligence could lead into a danger. The wheel which whirls on the static track has rolled to the north but never to the other end of the country.
The bottom of the country has always had a part in my heart. From the eyes snatching nature, to the beauty in the people. And an urge of travel which made us crawl where the heart says.  
Somewhere deep inside being in our country, we felt lost. But then we found it all to be scripted, what made us confused and scratch our head was the text and the language the people spoke encrypted. 
Unplanned not trip but a journey from the heart of one state to another. The situation which we targeted to was the place known by a mountain. Where the historic fort was once situated. The city and the places, every house and the room, even those long stretched ground got to zoom out as we crawl to the top of the mountain. Many times we taste the food of different region or the continent. but the essence, the feel is different when we eat the food which is the taste of that state. 
Everything was fine but for only the spicy lover, for us, it was not less than a battle between food and water.Yet the drops of the sweat appeared on the forehead and some dripped within the shirt was enough for the one who made sambar realise how spicy it was for us. The days melted so quick, yet made us the memory sick. The drinks being hard made everything else soft. The limits were not decided, the thoughts, the talks which caught the brain were of the box. 

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