170×170 day 118 26.8.15

170x170 day 118 26.8.15

The lawn slowly rolls
Down into the meadow
After crossing the hill
Scattered with rocks
And verdant shrubs, bushes
Deer herds graze
On luscious grass of lawn
So much greener
Than the rocky hilly terrain
They dance
Elegantly like ballet dancers
Without any training at all
Whenever disturbed
One second they are there
The next they are gone
No matter how much you tiptoe
Try to catch them unaware
They just catch you
And simply disappear.

When her husband told her their new home was magical she puckered her mouth at her.

She was so angry at him for taking the transfer to some college heaven only knew where.

The hills greeted her from car window as it slowly entered deeper into their territory.

She turned her face and noticed the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Now, whenever their parents ask them to visit Delhi or Kolkata they ask them to come down to their home, they will love it they ensure.

They call it their nest of blissful magic.



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