citrus

In one of those rare moments when the world stopped whizzing by, when the breeze stopped blowing and all the papers fell to the ground and stayed there, in that moment there was time to breathe and time to wonder, about life. Where the hell had it gone?
There were days when the only thing to do was to walk down a somewhat crowded sidewalk and breathe in the scent of champak trees, swaying gently under cloudy skies. To smile at the thought of that diluted battery acid they liked to refer to as coffee, slowly sipped at that same old run down coffee house. To stop and look at windows with books in them and think, 'someday i'll have enough to buy as many of them as I like.'
Those days, seem so far away now. Bitter sweet memories of lighter times, when the world was younger, the air was cleaner and dreams were easy to hold on to.


From: www.notesinmypocket.blogspot.com