Early
I ve always been a morning person. Waking up early on a weekend has its own beauty, romance. Specially in summers. Catching the morning before the sun scorches. The breeze. The birds.
It was a little late. But it was nine thirty when I woke. As I sat on the bench with the mango tree above, a koyal kooked, 'Koo oooo'. What could me more beautiful. I stare above me. I could see the mango tree standing tall. Bearing fruit now. Almost two inch long mangoes (Kairi).
It was a little late. But it was nine thirty when I woke. As I sat on the bench with the mango tree above, a koyal kooked, 'Koo oooo'. What could me more beautiful. I stare above me. I could see the mango tree standing tall. Bearing fruit now. Almost two inch long mangoes (Kairi).
