I was walking across the market when I caught the piquant smell of an orange being peeled. And in the midst of multitudes, the whiff of the much-loved fruit reminded me of little orange eating pleasures. So what's so special about an orange, one might ask. But when the fruit first makes its appearance, it's wonderful. Like the watermelons, lichees and mangoes of summer. In fact you don't even think about the fruit until one fine day you see them spilling over baskets, lining the markets; orange and green, rind and segment, pip and pith...And you know they have finally arrived as the flavour of the season!
Thursday, December 27, 2007
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I love....
- Dew on the bamboo, yellow flowers and orange sunsets, the sound of rain...the whistle of the wind, the rush of flowing water, the smell of woodsmoke, the crackle of a wood fire,the moon in all its phases.......
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