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Guatemala. The word was ringing in my ears when I saw the tiny green plants growing proudly in the fields unaware of the fact that they will be soon removed for the cultivation of another plant, for which they were grown in the first place.  The lands near the road from Moranhat, a small town in the eastern part of Assam in the Dibrugarh district, to Kathalguri ( Kathal meaning Jackfruit in Assamese) were mostly devoted to the cultivation of Tea.  Assam is known for the black tea it produces, commonly known as “breakfast” tea or simply Assam Tea. Green and white teas are also grown in the state although in smaller quantities. Almost half of the tea produced in the state comes from Dibrugarh. On the right side of the road lied the green fields filled with tea shrubs, all of the same height, with a few trees growing amidst the neatly columned shrubs to cater shade to them.  Some fields had tea plants that were almost a hundred years old, as told by my friends who

We pretend so perfectly that nothing happened, but hell yes, it was a wild night.. and it's fun to see nobody knew.. even the stars didn't see it too.. and in the woods we stayed till late.. wrapped in your arms, 'twas a date.. and yes, it was that wild night.. and we don't know each other today.. and the moon pretends he didn't hear.. the sounds of pleasure that were made.. showering those kisses of lust.. and we pretend we know not what love is,.. and the smell of the flowers that bloomed that night reminds me so much of you tonight but all I know is, it wasn't love.. all it was, just another wild night... ;-)