The rhythm they make, they make by heart; I like when the rain…when the rain dance! More stories they tell, one after the other; And them being better…better after better! I love the shrine, the sky glimpse smile; I like it when the rain…when the rain alone flies! On tip-toes, it tap on my window;Continue reading “I like when the rain dance”
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Growling stomach
// His stomach is not habitual of bearingSo much food he got in a day. // That morning when I woke up for jog, the smashing noise of rain were coming from my window.I went outside to feel the pleasure it brings with every drop while in the mean time a boy around 6 pavedContinue reading “Growling stomach”
A Fresh Start
“I’m going to miss this place. Do we have to leave?” “Yes” the voice came from the other end of the room. I un-valued that person and started packing all my stuff in hurry. She said, “Wait let me help you.” And I threw the bag at the corner and in a loud voice askedContinue reading “A Fresh Start”
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