the feeling of sneakered feet sinking into freshly tilled loose wet soil.....
the contentment in those never ending rows of green what not things just planted and sprouting....
the richness.... in zipping along super fast roads cut broadly between stretches and stretches of crops...
the ppl...old and new.... in age and habits.... yet remaining solid good....
damn i miss gujarat..... much more than i have ever missed calcutta.
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