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The surreal feeling of the rain drops falling on your head as you get wet in rainy nights.
Walking on Pune’s streets,getting all wet.The soothing fragrance of mudis filling my breath
Standing still in this beautiful rainhoping to wipe away all my painI keep waiting for relief through musicbut all my hope goes in vain
Disguising myself in the rainI seem quiet and meekPeople see them as rain dropsbut tears roll down my cheek
Lost in the chords of guitarthe boom and the beatI watch the rain dropsdancing at my feet
I try catching the dropsand can catch only fewBut the drops that I can’tare as much as I miss you!
First published here.
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Often accused by her friends that she's that curious bug (जिज्ञासु) who has to know everything! She works as an IT professional and loves to learn new things, listen to beautiful and soulful music, read, read more...
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