The view from my terrace makes me want to fly in the clouds......and so do the shit-overflowing streets. The sun's taken a sabbatical, the grey sky looms over like the cape of a devil, the good old smell of moist mud has turned into a stench, you can't look up at the sky without drops impinging your face like a thousand needles & relentlessly forcing your face down. The potholes are forever clogged, every time a vehicle passes you, you hold back your breath & wait for that dirty splash, the bottoms of your lowers are always wet & sprinkled with mud, the umbrella's always up. Where has the 'crisp' disappeared? Literally. Every biscuit or chips I bite into, tastes like dough. The crush turned into romance, & the romance is now fading away. Hmmm....reminds me of a story familiar. It's like Forks, but without the vampires, the werewolves, or the clumsy chick. And like I wasn't enough to decimate my gadgets that the wet weather playing best pals too. Thank you very much but I was doing an awesome job without much help, dearest Rains! Remember the good old times back in scorching Delhi when the pouring rains were the excuse to coming late, not anymore sir, no..because its just as regular here, as the morning sun & ofcourse, hot headed Sun ain't no excuse for dropping in late now, is it? The good side to the story- every leaf looking brand new, cool wind blowing across your face, the sight in far distance, where distinct drops mingle together like mist, seaside looking awe-rendering. Not to forget the trivialities like wet white shirts (wink!!) & low electricity bills. A photographer's paradise, a pedestrian's nightmare, indeed!
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