Today I take you to, a journey to a glorious land; small in area, but blessed with a huge heart, like the clear blue sky's vast expand.
Where love simmered in kitchens, recipes shared under the winter Sun; where tales were told by the twinkle of the eye, through care and concern, million hearts were won.
Blessed by the mighty Ganges, the winds soothed and balmed; where everyone knew each other, tied in an unseen bond.
Where no heart cried alone, joys and sorrows, always shared; where feelings needed no words, people close to you always cared.
Riding a bike in the morning chill, beating the fog to reach school on time; playing in the evening, till the Sun said adieu, our feathered friends, adding melodious chime.
Spring added unseen glory, to the Gulmohars and Amaltas; the confident Eucalyptus stood unruffled, like the Moon amidst the stars.
The friends were made for keeps, even as decades pass by; just a call and the cobwebs brushed, backing up each other, no conditions apply.
Festivals were time, for having fun, enhancing bonds; that never faded with time, grew stronger with decades and beyond.
Such was the glory, of the town I grew up in; time can not fade the memories, that are deeply etched within.