rain kissed

With the sight of corn stalls popping up at regular intervals on the side-walks of the rain drenched road, the green splash that monsoon had spilt across the otherwise barren dusty land, the street dogs carefully crossing the less trafficy roads, the herd of cows dozing off right in the middle of the road, the motorcyclist riding past with one of his legs crossed over the other, the peaceful Narmada waters, the muddy slush with crisscrossing foot and tyre mark imprints, the rising smoke from the two tall fat chimney like structures, it was with an unusual warmth that Gandhinagar shimmered in front of me. As I passed through the straight clean roads that converge and diverge at indistinguishable circles, a special feeling hugged me. A feeling attached to the warmth of  familiarity, comfort and security.