The smell of first rains that fall on dry turf.
The sight of mighty blue mountains in resilience.
To touch the pristine water, so as to set it on ripples.
The sound of arriving retreating
ebb and flow of waves.
The lingering taste of fresh fallen snow,
savoured in childhood.
Ever more so, I LOVE the feeling of that very feel..
of those redolent memories..!
-Monika Ajay Kaul