I began with the idea of the ashram, since we were discussing this as a possibility yesterday at the AT. So here you go:
Priyanka drew her fingers through the freshly cut grass and let out a sigh of contentment. The soft winter sun flooded the garden turning to gold whatever it touched. There was still an hour left before the ashram inhabitants would gather for their morning prayer. As she looked at the hills in the distance, it did feel for once that she had left her world behind her. There was no place for the smoke and grime filled world of Mumbai among these pristine hills and valleys of the Western Ghats.
Priyanka stretched out on the grass and closed her eyes. The light of the sun burnt red behind her eyelids. She sighed again as her fingers and toes felt the softness of the grass. The smell of the wet lawn, cut grass and that of the distant woods filled her senses.
All of a sudden, she felt a shadow fall across her face. She opened her eyes and squinted at the silhouette standing before her.
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