Same old Rains but its a lonely Home

the sun still sets here...
it sets on the national highway enroute the dusty tracks..
the sugarcrane trucks still block the speeding dehradum/hardwar busses on theway...
there is a queer fresh cold perfumed feeling in the soil ...
when it rains here just at the beginning of winters....
the halogens still decorate the bride...in its subtle hues..
civil lines still has snack point...still has student's corner, cambridge, themandir, and the queues of punju shaadis of 'aaj mere bhai ke shaadi hain'..
there is still the 7 rupee old lassee at the end of a walk ...
vicky still reigns with his new stocks....he says he remembers us every now n then...do we believe in him!
there is a refurbished satkar these days with four beautiful faces of nescafemodels....decorating its precincts..
for a change i find women far more beautiful than they had been when we wereyoung ...
the enc tower still looms large ...the lawns r manicured...the department of management studies is in a huge newbuilding...
our rooms still remain the same..so does uges or the tennis courts...they all are there...
raining today with me on them however are their hiddentears...
tears of a soul whos returned to find oneself alone in his home...am in roorkee .......