Restyling

It was when I saw birds singing songs. The beautiful breeze I smelled. They roam around the free street. A trip to Gali Gali. From home to field. Though the paddy crop, making our hands wet with its leaves. Sleeping near the cool well. Climbing the trees. Chasing street dogs. In the evening chasing the hens to catch them. On sunny days we Swing on the swings which were made by our Grandmother's old saree. Counting the ants. Stealing mangos from other fields. Grandfather gives us the tender coconut milk to drink. Grandparents' old stories. It's all village. It did not last long for me because I grow up. That beautiful village changed, from huts, it turns to big buildings. The sounds of birds are no longer heard. Those wells completely disappeared. Those trees were no longer seen, we need to see them in museums. It's completely disappeared. Paddy fields are now in the labs. Grandparents' old stories have never been heard again as there were no longer. Those juicy mangoes are completely rare. There were no streets or gali's all the streets were in the sky. The breeze we never got. We wore masks to breathe. Lifestyle changes but think before you create a new generation.