'when the evening is so cool
And when the moon is still
Under the shroud of translucent cover of cloud visible...
Why not i take the road?'
Asking himself he rode...
The cruise...
'first half of the mile
i will be the slowest...'
he planned navigating a chart...
'A country...muffassil kind?
Why not?'
he thought...
And the road he took...
Ahoy!
After an hour or so
When the city faded
And the tridentlights died natural
And the people's cries and hootings
Of buses and vehicles almost ceased...
he felt he smelt the jasmine breeze...
And rain drops still accumulated on semi dark long leaves
he noted down in his mind...
But then why again this sudden hype?
A few decorative lights...
A flashing bulb...
A small crowd thronging at a ground...
White tubelights...
Rubbing against rusticity bright...
Ahoy!
A village fair!
Simple people in simple attire...
At the evening they had thronged in queues they waited pretty long...
A canopy...big...a shed...
A simple penny entry gate...
A big wheel...rolling on...
A crying child held by a peasant woman strong...
A nut seller's tirade...
A tree nearby shadowy calm bred...
An evening far away from the crowd
And yet so much crowd
Simple though not so loud...
A drizzling hope and joy settling quiet...
A life to be lived right...
City to country a journey so good
At a village fair he solemnised stood...
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