It is one fine Friday evening. As the sun sets, a group of crows can be seen flying in circles preparing to head to sleep after a very long day. A lot of other birds, now absent to end the day with cheerful voices and a chorus of noises and sounds. The sound of bikes and vehicles fill the air as people head out happily from their houses for parties, weddings, the Sunburn festival as it is the month of December.
As the sun has now gone beneath the horizon, a group of
night insects and mosquitos join in to fill the village atmosphere as hill tops
echo the pumping music around villages nearby. Dogs remain on their guard as
gatekeepers of the night as occasional strangers make their way from around the
vicinity. The cool village breeze blows around silently, adding in a new vibe
and rhythm to the atmosphere.
It is indeed a feeling of great joy to reconnect to the
village of Parra – the place where both my blogs originated. A cacophony of
voices, memories, lessons come to mind as I recollect how the journey has been
in the last four years. Despite all challenges and obstacles, the pen still
continues to journal down short stories, opinion pieces and poems which goes on
to demonstrate the undeterred nature of the human spirit. Amid the hustle and
bustle, the monotony, the highs and lows, the growth and evolution, the pen is
here to stay – forever.
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