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