Stretching, rubbing my eyes, with a wide yawn, I fill my lungs with freshness of meadows. Chitter Chatter of the birds slowly filling the air coupled with moo moo's so dear. A perfect natural note suddenly breaks to the gradual pumping of water blending perfectly with slow rhythmic sound of the drums, increasing its pace to the sweet dancing maidens accentuating ambience, while precariously balancing their load. A momentary pause and then breaking monotony with their trinkets kicking dust, completing the beat in loud Crescendo. Flowing colorful dupata blending with the light complimenting vast expanse of yellow, flowing, rhythmic fields fill this cool breezy morning. The new season has arrived.
