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NOON - a period of nostalgia

Leisurely hours crawls like snail... day yawns.. The cozy sunray plays with the wind... Cloud remains scattered not to allow rain to form... blue is the winter sky.


Like a blank sheet of paper one can write anything over the moments of Noon. In our school days we share our tiffin during noon hour. In our high school time we took 30 paise with us to buy junk chanachur.. stick icecream... Oh my my so unhealthy.. But interestingly we never suffered any stomach upset because of these food. So amusing. We live like freebirds.


Noon hours of winter has another charm. The sunrays becomes cozy. The winter Sunday noon hours are for having oranges...for a novel. Noon sky often bears scattered clouds. Floating clouds shapes imaginations. The sun moves and at noon it stands top and our shadows turns short. Ah.. the noon breeze brings drowsy feel. The eyelids becomes heavy with sleep. Well we definitely need a hot cup of tea to activate our mind. Every hour shows its beauty. Let us enjoy every moments charm till we live. Life is a journey...we have to continue .

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Karabi Kakoti

A Mother, an Artist, a Poet, a Writer and an avid Dreamer… One who paint words and translates...

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