..boondein..

dressed to kill in green..
water pockets all around..
birds screeching over.. almost deafening..
the dambur cutting thru.. wet n shining.. almost out of place..

2 doors, wide open..
the breeze passing thru..
the chill in the air..
the haze outside.
the cutting chai..
the scent so fresh..

the beat.. its tempo changing now n then..
takes me back.. distant memories..
this place is new..
the season makes it familiar...