Towards east

The wind whistled towards east, and few fragrance of chumbak touched my soul. when the skies cries , I melt into its tears. For a while I fall in love with the mud, with some old tales of monsoon. The grey dusk and a flock of mynah pictured the coming of a busy night , and without a delay it settled somewhere so near my heart. With a good reason to smile, I'm happy to collect this passing time that gonna settle in the pages of old memories for the coming future! That's it life, without an urge and without any delay it gives us what must be saved for future just to mention as lifetime memories .