Distant temple bells,
gently clanging,
mingling with the fragrance of incense,
subtle sensations empowered by divinity,
reverent chatter of mingling devotees. Durga.
My garden,
sweet whiff of gardenia,
colourfully exploding musanda,
onion to leek to onion,
pineapples challenging apples,
the aroma of tea as we pass the plant,
full baskets of leaves to fill small cups,
the innocence of paradise.
Assam, I miss you!
27 August 2009 at 11:07