A few minutes ago, my time, I could hear the rains. The first rains in my city.
It is a sound so soothing and yet potent. I felt drenched. I smelled the earth. I tasted the bhutta (corn-on-the-cob) as it gets roasted on a slow open fire. I touched the wet window grilles and experienced rust on my fingers. I saw the trees blurred.
I wish everyone could share these passing showers with me.
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Awww...I fee the same when it rains in Summer.
I wish I could share this rain with U...
But, reading this blog, I am imagining as if rain drops are falling on my head...
Beautiful!
hmmm... sure we can understand. Your picture on the Blog tells us how much u love the rains.
Yes, I do love the rains while being aware of those who have to suffer due to it. Hollow concern sitting in the US does not change the fact that YOU are driving a car while hundreds die in road accidents.
I am tired of trying to delete this one person's consistent peskiness on this blog. Therefore, comments will be moderated since I am in town for some time now. How I dislike having to do this...but some people just don't seem to get it.
Amandeep and circle:
There are wonderful songs on the rains but what the family calls my song is:
"Rimjhim ghire saawan
sulag-sulag jaaye man
Cheege aaj iss mausam mein
Lagee kaisi yeh agan."
Very soothing, sensual and mmmm
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