Its been too hot this time in Bangalore, summer has been quite torturing here and all over the country. Everyone awaiting desperately for the monsoon to reach main land and make the earth cooler, more rich, greener, and more thick with life.
In all the midst, I dedicate this Rain tree flower to the black clouds that stopped by on my city (Bangalore) and poured down heavily... Aah what a mystical feel seeing the clouds turning grey to black and then all in a sudden, with a spur of time, changing to big and fat drops and may the dry earth all wet, watery and cool.
I guess i am gonna love this rare moment of my life till death.
Thought of the day:
"Tears of joy are like the summer RAIN drops pierced by sunbeams."
Current Mood: Peaceful.
1 comment:
haha
this time i have cried so much for the rains
ifit rains in delhi then it is wet and humid and hot and sticky
n if it doesnt it is horrid , mundane, torturing, dry and parched
so tell me is not it the true symbol of life thta things are inevitable and yet unberable when they are their.
i m itired of interning
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