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walk in the farm..

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enchanted. by the fragrant musing,  by parsley, rosemary,  sage and thyme...
 enlivened. by spices, sugary scents of life,  watching the trail of light documenting it, as a tourist  as a traveller, as a pilgrim
enthralled. by a dream here, one there  tuned to the notes of unheard music,  one here, one there...
enigmatic. long walks on unknown by-lanes hitching, hopping over the  left-overs of last night rain
excited. as something is changing,  something different, something powerful and with it I, caressing joy on every step
enchanted. i say, bring it on!


Silent murmur

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I believe, to change is the most difficult decision, yet the easiest way to reform. The act of change is transitional, not at one, but at many levels. Transformation dawns only once you settle in. 
When it is happening you are the one controlling it and once that it is done, all that you left behind in the process of letting go, is the part of your soul which you may never see again, the reflections might stay the same.
The place i called home, that known feeling, the lanes and by-lanes which took me to all the places i held dear, familiar faces of the shopkeeper in the neighbourhood, counted steps to the ATM, to that lake who was my companion as the sun used to set, falling of the dusk and knowing 5:58 to be the time of sunrise...
Those cafes, the vagrant soul, churches which defined the city and the mindless strolls, conversations with random strangers on the roads, in bus, with auto walas, struggling with the language, and when nothing else used to work, expressing the confusion with …

RUMI

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Rumi and she have known each other for a while now. Her first encounter with this mystic being happened when she was very young and knew nothing about urdu poetry. An extraordinary poet who spoke of love and friendship like no other, of myths and happiness like no other.  Recently, she has stumbled upon a book by this mystic and now she is relishing in her own myths, deciphering her own happiness, knowing that someone else has walked a similar path away from the world, closer to the wonderment called I...
truly dear Rumi, what i was seeking has been seeking me... Thank you for reassuring :)

"I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognise you when you, first come 'round the corner. Sense your scent when I come, into a room you've just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot.
Become familiar with the way , you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know the joy of how you whisper more"

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