Saturday, 27 August 2016

A misty morning.

How we miss beauty when it stares at us in the face sometimes.
I lived in this place for 5 years.
And realised how beautiful it is after I left
I guess I am happy that I got it late
Better than never ---

Brings back memories of cold mornings
Hot breakfasts
Playing among the tea bushes
And coffee plants
Exhausted and happy

Memories are made of this.

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