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He walked on the old lane to get a breath of fresh air in a bright winter morning wearing his old tattered jacket. He smelled the burnt smoke instead that choked his lungs in jiffy. Old he was, but the city was new, not the one he had seen a decade ago. He passed a smile to his jacket which kept him warm over the years but the deadly air, he imagined would not keep him alive for next two. Sad and depressed, he sat on a bench and mused over the generations to come. Spotting a destitute he bestowed his jacket which he believed wouldnt need him any more. Till we get a fresh air.. Author Rajesh

Those brown leaves muttered softly lying over the brown soil under the vivid blue sky with the air so loyal 'That we are free now' from the treacherous branches In the fall of that year which nobody catches. That tale of separation replaced by a mirth of freedom sheltered on the bed of grass now has a new kingdom. Till we come up with a new season.. Author Rajesh

Box of Generations Those fragrances of flowers, those fluffy white clouds, Those hours of togetherness, those kisses of merriment on a dusted certificate boxed somewhere at the top of that wonderland  where grandfathers and grandmothers inspired the essence of  true living !! Those sweets of journeys, those rhymes of ecstasy, Those shelves of worries, those houses of comfort on a torn and burnt piece of deed boxed somewhere at the corner  of that wonderland where fathers and mothers comprehended the taste of happy living !! Those scribbled walls of tantrums, those sounds of cries, those flavors of laughter, those assemblies of toys on a distorted piece of paper boxed somewhere on the floor  of that wonderland where children once voiced out the summary of magical living !! Till we box Rajesh