The gentle breeze from the east has come. The warm wind that brings thousand challenges and blessings is fading. The sight of lukewarm sun over the horizon is teasing. The dew caught by the green leaf sparkling. The goats are grazing joyfully not minding the feast to come.
The chant of the cicadas has changed though who could have heard the difference. The playing children in the river are calm and their yells and splashes resonate.
For every breath you take, a droplet of hope is captured. The excitement and stares of my neighbors are the same as yesteryears.
We shall again take the river cruise. The paddling is easy like touching a delicate sanctuary. In the raging river we sail while a gentle conversation sparks with thousand of songs and stories to tell. My father paddling the banca…
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