The Smell of Soil
Based on true events. I miss home. When I hear this statement being made by the people around me, the story usually ends (or sometimes starts) with sports. What they used to play when they were young. A game of football with two rocks as a goal post, a game of cricket where hitting a six meant immediate elimination and so on. Not for me. I've been an introvert for a major chunk of my life and for that very reason, my time for myself was spent indoors. The occasional bonding with the nature that I had were during the rains. I've always felt connected to the rains. The clouds and the drizzles. Now, don't get me wrong. When I say 'bonding' with the nature, it merely means taking my gaze away from the computer screen to go sit near the window, see the rain drops fall from up above. Sometimes I'll get lucky and a mist of water droplets come and greet my face. Long back, when I used to cycle back home from school, and there was a possibility of me ...