it rained here yesterday...
in the middle of march.... i got up from sleep at 1:00 in the aftrnoon... and looked outside my window... i couldnt believe what i saw...rain... it was drizzling first... then it stopped...
i got up and went to the window... the beautiful scent of the earthafter the first rains greeted me...it soothed my senses...it was beautiful.... i was enticed by the weather....my mum n dad left and i was alone at home...
here in india, you tend to crave for pakode and chai...if the weather is like what it was...
so.. i got into the kitchen... made some frenchfries... some tea and some pakodas...
then i put on some music like "hello.... is it me you r lookin for" and "i'd give my all to have just one more night with you..." sat at the largest window in my house... and ate french fries.. drank tea,... and then it started raining....
i just sat there closed my eyes..and told the rains they were not for me anymore...
{the deal is... i since i was a child,cannot resist the rains... i just have to get wet...and dance in the rains... i talked to the rains and believed that it only rained because the droplets wanted to play with me(when i was a child) ...to touch me(once i grew up)... }
but then something happened...my servant asked me "didi please , mai khelne jaaon?"(
sister... can i please go to play)
and as if that was my cue... i said "wait for me" ...
i went out .... got drenched... played... did rehersals for holi... sang at the top of my voice....and let those drops touch me wherever they wanted to....
i was glowing and smiling when i came home... just like you do after you make love and lie in his arms...
but the most tantalising are the first few drops that touch your outstretched arm... your parched soul... just like a first kiss...
i got up and went to the window... the beautiful scent of the earthafter the first rains greeted me...it soothed my senses...it was beautiful.... i was enticed by the weather....my mum n dad left and i was alone at home...
here in india, you tend to crave for pakode and chai...if the weather is like what it was...
so.. i got into the kitchen... made some frenchfries... some tea and some pakodas...
then i put on some music like "hello.... is it me you r lookin for" and "i'd give my all to have just one more night with you..." sat at the largest window in my house... and ate french fries.. drank tea,... and then it started raining....
i just sat there closed my eyes..and told the rains they were not for me anymore...
{the deal is... i since i was a child,cannot resist the rains... i just have to get wet...and dance in the rains... i talked to the rains and believed that it only rained because the droplets wanted to play with me(when i was a child) ...to touch me(once i grew up)... }
but then something happened...my servant asked me "didi please , mai khelne jaaon?"(
sister... can i please go to play)and as if that was my cue... i said "wait for me" ...
i went out .... got drenched... played... did rehersals for holi... sang at the top of my voice....and let those drops touch me wherever they wanted to....
i was glowing and smiling when i came home... just like you do after you make love and lie in his arms...
but the most tantalising are the first few drops that touch your outstretched arm... your parched soul... just like a first kiss...
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you deserve to be happy....
cause u r so cool
It's a BEAUTIFUL DAY: U2
This morning at around 6-00, I was woken with an incredibly pleasant sound. The sound of a light rain outside, falling down on my window sill which created an amazingly wonderful feeling. A kind of a curiously cold comfortable sensation. I have always loved rains in the morning, especially so when I'm curling in my warm bed and don’t have to get up early. So that's what I did. I stayed in my bed, basking in the joyful sounds and feelings. And drifte back to sleep for a few hours. I woke up and the sounds and feelings were still lingering, and I was lingering on my bed. For a few more long minutes, fully enjoying the moment. The Earth was wet. Patches of water on the muddy soil. The sky grey and misty. The wind chilling. The rain kept on drizzling. Its sound such a melody to my ear. I went out on the terrace and deeply inhaled the fresh cool air.
(Hello Sheetal, this is a bielce i wrote long time back... Whats say?)
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