Friday, May 8, 2009

An evening in Rourkela - written in high school

The tinkling bells of the ricksaws/bicycles
The naughty laughter of the children playing in the streets and by-lanes
A gentle breeze blowing thru the greenery
The sweet chirping of the birds
An occasional cawing of the crows
A distant murmur of a group of gossiping ladies..
changing scene with an occasional hawker selling groundnuts - 'mumphaliala'
Thats what makes an evening in Rourkela pleasant and charming

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