We could read it in the clouds and smell it on the breeze yet we looked up at the sky in vain… heavy clouds but no rain. The shower bypassed us to shed its load elsewhere teasing us with that familiar haunting smell of drenched earth.
Full on crazy dancing was the order of the night and every one let their hair down, jumped into the fray and kicked up a dust. After the street dancing the party moved back to Native Place where singing continued till the wee hours
Why December you may ask: it is the holiday season, it is too cold to fly in Europe and here at Kamshet we have consistent sunshine, great flying weather and the vibrant yet serene native place guesthouse with its great food, atmosphere and friends to go home with at the end of the day.