The day dawned for my journey to return back home.
The opening ceremony of a palace was over.
The laying of foundation of another one was on.
The road, the signals, the fashionable people were seen.
The building arches, the cars, the buses were admonished at.
The aero planes, the aerodrome, the fuel tanks were admired too.
The city, the symbol of speed, progress and fashion is hot.
The railway track, the green pastures, the cattle came.
The tea shops, the hotels and the toll gates were busy.
The sun was at the zenith when the tar road boiled with bubbles.
The coconut juice, the palm kernels, the bananas invited all.
The summer was at its best too early to like.
The sweating beads fell from the forehead to the ground.
Exhausted, I succumbed to slumber at the end.
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