Rains make you feel hungry. They
make you crave for tea. A garden with two chairs, and a tea pot. Surprisingly,
rains don’t make you think of outings with friends. They bring in the tune of
that one partner in your head. Bur more so, rains make you feel lonely. It doesn’t
matter whether you are leaning on your window, balcony or are in another city
altogether. They always make you want to reach out. To the person you love. Or
else, they make you wish for that one to come in your life. Rains have a sense
of incompleteness in them. They leave the roads wet. Wetness of memories. Where
the walk of memories and the vacuum of thoughts take over, after it has rained.
And even when it has topped, it keeps raining in the head. It rains longingness,
wait and lonesome times. Like it rains cats and dogs. Doesn’t it?
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