Blissful Days

The pleasant morning breeze

Caressed the face

with a gentleness

Unique to the monsoon season.

A tiny droplet

Fell on the eyelie

A touch so light

That flickered only the lashes.

The lungs swelled with 

The fragrance of Mother Earth.

The swaying palms

That appeared to beckon the rains,

Filled the heart with fond memories.

The carefree childhood days,

Of paper boats, wet raincoats

And shoes filled with water.

Mother frying ‘bhajiyas’ in the kitchen,

The aroma of coffee percolating into the drawing room.

The monsoon sets in every year,Can these blissful days ever come back?

Published by Dr. Pramila Kudva

I am a teacher educator currently worrking as a Principal of a reputed school in North Mumbai, have more than 30 years of experience, with several publications to my credit and have authored a book -"From chalk to Talk The Art of Teaching.

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