[As a kid, and a stereotypical Bengalee kid, I have spent most of my holidays in Puri or Darjeeling. Yes, they sound stereotypes but I wasn't an exception either. And my holidays were never bad.]
The blue sky, the mountains green
The blue sky, the mountains green
The
lush fields and the vehement spring
They
take me somewhere I don’t belong
They
take me somewhere all along
To
the place where I've always wanted to be
The
unknown faces, the rhythmic air
The
cozy room and the wooden chair
They
take me somewhere with all their love
They
take me somewhere to the flying dove
To
the place where I’ve always wanted to be
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