Abstract

I rambled once riding my bicycle on a foggy day of winter. The fog remained suspended long in the atmosphere so impatient I to go out for such a weather decades not seen. Going farther and farther excited seeing the veiled country on a lonesome village road not seen before the fogs dissipated,evening sun appeared giving a pleasant apricity . Countryside calm and gentle sprawling Paddy fields brown with stubble on both sides of the road quiet and peaceful at the east extended to the foot of blue hill yonder, a tree grove in the middle, mist resting still at its foot, a few clouds seen floating at the brae top and above the idyllic blue hill. There a moment I longed to sit by the paddy field under the tree branches wide spreading with a maiden of my imagination long ago.