summer was at its youth
evening gave a stop to it
logs were plenty to fill a spacious space
bread was baked in a kutcha chulha
some touted
tandoor
others saw it a common place
of gossip
work
and hardship put on romances
so was the house
larten of kerosene oil
it gave its blossoms
every body could feel the fragrance of thee
dad used to have a wash
dhoti was a fashion to reckon with
my cousin a toddler played at his freshen fresh chest
vocabulary of Her
thus was my village
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