Exotic sentiments..

Those random cows and goats on the roads ..walking around as if they were part of the traffic.

The early morning sweepers in attempts to keep the city clean even where littering is a preference.

Silly street dogs chasing after the newcomers, marking their domain.

The vegetable vendors, arranging their shops while warding off evil eyes.

Young blood loitering, reckless and rambunctious feeling on top of the world.

The noise from vehicles confused as if they are part of an orchestra.

The pollution that envelopes all, most naturally like second skin .

All of these so alien to a nomadic soul, yet personal to the one that shares this soil.