A scorching summer afternoon. I cringe at the sunshine and close the curtains. Soon after, I see the the light fade and watch the once penetrating sun rays eventually lull into mere faint radiant glow among the gloomy, heavy clouds. The soft chill breeze caresses my cheek gently and ruffles my hair, as if to call me to join the dance of the swaying trees. I rise from my desk, in response to the call of the wind. My feet wander, following the voice of the wind. I take a deep breath of the fresh moist air and feel the earthy scent of the first monsoon shower. The gentle breeze stirs a leaf that has fallen on the pavement. I take a stroll through a dirt path enjoying the whiff of ripening mangoes and the lingering scent of freshness in the air. A rush of nostalgic memories swim in a sea of brimming thoughts. A truly blissful moment in solitude. That was nature unfolding in front of my moist eyes. My eyes follow the lush green leaves clinging onto the swaying trees in the w
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