I love rain. simple as that... you're thinking i'm in the right city... i am. although the rain here isn't the rain i fell in love with initially... people complain about our currently horrible rainy summer... i've been basking in the grey-ry!
rain and warmth together are like Penelope Cruz, Natalie Portman and i talking about how great my taste in music is... over cocktails... Caesar without Tabasco for me, thanks.
a healthy child... running... jumping... unattended... wild... free... emphatic... joyous... dancing under the amber-grey dusted skies and hopping in the puddle swamped streets of Jallandhar, Punjab, India, was i... within that period, that space, that I. i developed, i enveloped a love for the monsoon season. i revelled under snug torrential showers. the perpetual rain. the perpetual warmth... funny how childhood experiences develop (un)healthy obsessions within us.
i love rain... in case you didn't read me properly... I LOVE RAIN!
laying in my landlord's hot tub staring at the sky up above swallowing the slightest hints of water not deserving to be called drops, falling upon me... from up there, somewhere up there... wet powder fell upon me. i decided to write while dewy dust dropped on me. dry steam raised up off me. limbs relaxed, absolutely. thoughts calmed me. those eternal thoughts of calm. that grey... everything grey. no moon. no stars. no clouds... just grey. no color... shades... shades of grey. a million shades of grey... no black. no white. grey... just grey. a million shades of grey.
