
This is my Vedanthangal.
How many times have I stared at the outline of palm trees and the infinite rice fields... How many sunsets, how many dreams... How many plans, how many smiles...in the warmth of the end of the day, when the pots start clinking in the huts in preparation for dinner and the last farmers follow their cattle back home... In the distance, the laughter of children, the chatter of adults and, meanwhile, I continue to stare into space, getting lost, so lost.........
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