The Language of Yellow

Reached home last night with a bag full of stories. Stories from Bihar, Gandhinagar, Delhi and Haryana.

I don't know if I will be able to post all of that in this small space of my thoughts. So in a sentence I will try to, like a kindergarten teacher, summarize the gist of my experiences.

(I haven't been cooking all this while. So no posts on that :) I hope to do so in the coming days!)

The days in Madhepura showed me life on its verges.
A few days that I spent in Gandhinagar made me feel loved.
In Delhi, I saw the mad rush in search of something I never really understood.
The mustard fields in Haryana spoke of a new hope.
Though I came back home, sick and feverish, I feel rejuvenated. For a new life.

  a village in Madhepura, Bihar.