Today I wish to create something marvelous.
It could be a piece of writing. A doodle. Something edible. Something Audible.
It could be a picture. A painting. A word.
It could be something significant.Or trivial.
It could be the zeal to be efficient.
It could be a new hairstyle.
It could be anything. It could be nothing.
And I wish to go back.
To Himachal. To Manali. To Kasol.
To the rivers. The mountains. The trees. The blue sky. The snow. The stars. The winds.
My heart yearns to go back.
I feel sad.
I miss them all.
Today when I close my eyes, I see myself in the woods aside the Parvati River in Kasol.
It could be a piece of writing. A doodle. Something edible. Something Audible.
It could be a picture. A painting. A word.
It could be something significant.Or trivial.
It could be the zeal to be efficient.
It could be a new hairstyle.
It could be anything. It could be nothing.
To Himachal. To Manali. To Kasol.
To the rivers. The mountains. The trees. The blue sky. The snow. The stars. The winds.
My heart yearns to go back.
I feel sad.
I miss them all.
Today when I close my eyes, I see myself in the woods aside the Parvati River in Kasol.
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