Little Drops of Rain





...The magic of a hundred brilliant specks of light darting through the darkness, the Christmas night of so many years past when as a little girl I watched along with my cousins the countless fireflies released from a jar into our room  by one of our naughtier elder brothers...

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...The lonesome walk to nowhere on one of those indescribably beautiful overcast afternoons, lost in the crowd ,lost from the crowd, with the rain-promising wind on my face, thinking of absolutely nothing, lost in the ebb and flow of unpredictable nature...

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....The experience of taking in the aroma and swirls of steam arising out of my red mug enjoying the absurd romance of tea at the safe haven of my writing table and wondering why has not anyone thought of the concept of a tea mug to be as romantic as that of the stereotypical coffee mug...

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....The twinkle in my little one's eyes when she gets a whiff of her favourite tune from somewhere & starts humming along, churning out her very own customized lyrics on the go....

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Comments

  1. Haddock23 July 2014 at 21:32

    Am in cochin now and there are lots of these small and big drops on all the leaves.

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  2. Amogha Rejeesh24 July 2014 at 16:11

    Enjoy the magic! Materially & metaphorically... :)

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