Scent of Dust

According to my nature of thinking and behavior, I should write this essay in my own mother tongue but for want of suitable fonts and keyboard, I have no other option but to express my feelings in English. Anyways what I want to say that whatever I write, I should be able to make other understand about special and most beautiful feelings I’m going through these days. Well I’m in India and to be very honest, I’m enjoying here even though nothing is as perfect as Hamilton. Dust, pollution, jammed traffic and top of that restless crowd everywhere ready to devour you.

My city has changed a lot. It seems they don’t like trees and other plants. Concrete structures are being raised and trees are being axed in the name of development. Two years back, drive from Ludhiana to Doraha used to be awesome, courtesy beautiful tress lines on both side of river. Today I went there with my cousins and it was disappointment ride as trees on one side of road were missing. But I was glad to see old place intact which I visited two years back. But I know this place is also vulnerable to humans.

I don’t know what will be the outcome in future but I know one thing, the scent in the air which only a few recognize won’t change. I’ll come every year and that mysterious scent in the air will remain the same and one day it will become memories, just like mesmerizing voice of “path” in faraway place in village or interrupted sound of “Chetak scooter” returning home on one side of river road or beautiful dusky evening in village where time stands still or birds returning home under yellow sunlight or sun playing hide and seek behind “Popler” trees. Nothing will last longer except my feelings.