Every year, every July it happens, the magic starts with the tiny pearl like droplets of rain splashing and instigating redolent fragrance from the presto wet terrain. Perhaps the monsoons are most enjoyed months in the Indian sub-continent than anywhere else across the planet. Whether it is little kids perceiving ingenious ways to elude the school, or it is youngsters’ grabbing a hot cup of cappuccino in the college canteen, whether it is people in pain covering their tears in rain or it is folks in bliss enjoying their time in companionship, whether it is few snuggling to their comforter & bed or many dying to get back home to relish the delicious mom made pakodas served with love,……. every rainy day has a beautiful story to tell.
Ah, I miss the rain, I miss my home!!
Categories: Happy Sorroundings
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