I miss the mud of my childhood. it was good enough to eat! that lovely rich brown colour. I miss seeing a lot of mud all around me, we came home muddy after playing. then the gardens, the freshly cut grass—delicious smells! the strong scent of unknown deep purple flowers, of roses—-my perfume sensors are becoming vestigial!!!


About madhuriwonders

read - pray - love -write - watch films. and a girl's gotta eat,too.
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