The sky would become milky
The clouds would hide the blue sky
Rain drops would hit the earth
I would walk the lonely road...
The fogs, the rain, winding paths,
sweet smell of tea, roadside stalls...
sweet smell of tea, roadside stalls...
These moments are still green inside me
The place i have been before
The moments captured forever in my mind
To escape from the usual session
We would simply enjoy a cup of Darjeeling tea
At nearby tea stall; tea garden
I would enjoy every sip of tea
along with sweet smell of air
along with sweet smell of air
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