Dear Gurgaon,
Today I sit at my desk to write a letter to you, my love.
You embraced me when I played in your arms during the rain.
@dean.priya
#Gurgaon #Haryana #LoveLettersToIndia #LoveMyCity #ValentinesDay #ValentinesWeek
Today I sit at my desk to write a letter to you, my love.
You embraced me when I played in your arms during the rain.
@dean.priya
#Gurgaon #Haryana #LoveLettersToIndia #LoveMyCity #ValentinesDay #ValentinesWeek
Your green cover, birds chirping, women giggling while going to the well, and children playing in the pond. I miss that all.
The birds chirping was my alarm for the day; the giggling of the woman going to the well to fill water, the children jumping in the pond, I miss that all.
The birds chirping was my alarm for the day; the giggling of the woman going to the well to fill water, the children jumping in the pond, I miss that all.
Both of us have forgotten each other. Maybe I have failed you more than I used to love you.
The beauty you had when the corn used to grow was like your long hair, yours with the mustard flower on your long silk hair.
The beauty you had when the corn used to grow was like your long hair, yours with the mustard flower on your long silk hair.
I used to wait for an opportunity to come out of my home to play in the mud with you, and mom used to keep on calling my name that the whole village used to know that, but today I don’t let my children go out our houses because of so much air pollution which I have got for you.
Where r u, my love? Have I lost you? I know your love for me has not changed. You are and will always be my love.
Your love
Priya
Your love
Priya
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