A walk of rejuvenation
A walk of rejuvenation Being brought up in the busy capital city of my state, I missed many wonderful things in life. Since childhood the hooting and honking of the vehicles provided the background score for my walk to bus stop. Those busy folks rushing to their offices and back home met me on my daily walks to and from bus stop. The polluted air always made me sneeze hard and made my face look dull which was puffed with cutticura powder. When I had no friends to accompany me in my walk, only those random stray dogs were present there to walk beside thinking that I would offer them a piece of biscuit which my mother had packed for my snacks. My daily greeting to the daystar is blocked by the tall sky scrapers. This is an escape place for me from my mundane life. The color green always cools my eyes. Such walks through these paths reminds me of things that I miss in life. In spite of being a city folk, my heart is always at this place. These walks reminds me of my losses: "