“I think, therefore I write” … or whatever was said….
Dirty shoes blissfully squelched the puddles, like they belonged to the wayward shchoolboy.
The fibre’s misty translucency sometimes blocked the sepia hue of the street lamps, but the eyes weren’t bothered.
the Rain drenched me, one drop at a time. Sweet they were, Sweet they felt.
What had started off as a rusty day had turned ugly and was now turning beautiful, finally.
The 3 lane street was deserted, but not empty, flooded every now and then by the halogen lamps of retiring motor vehicles.
The RJ had invited a local musician who covered an acoustic version of the Garry Moore classic to perfection, to my contentment.
When I looked up the rain drops seemed like darts, harmless though, it felt out of the world… and to think of it that I had never looked up when it was raining….
A metamorphosis was now complete; the ugly caterpillar had successfully changed into a brilliant butterfly.
A cancelled seminar and a stolen 100 bucks now seemed too trivial to mark it as a rather ordinary day.
I keep telling people, a walk in the rains is “good”.
I reinstate, “it’s awe-inspiring! “.
p.s. for the apprehensive lot – before u wet yourself, keep a few paracetamol tabs and an extra pair of ear-phones handy and you shall be just fine. If not, then watch the Gene Kelly musical, it’s almost the same feeling.
For the rest of the story, untold, i leave it to the reader to try my favourite word .... "imagine".
Dirty shoes blissfully squelched the puddles, like they belonged to the wayward shchoolboy.
The fibre’s misty translucency sometimes blocked the sepia hue of the street lamps, but the eyes weren’t bothered.
the Rain drenched me, one drop at a time. Sweet they were, Sweet they felt.
What had started off as a rusty day had turned ugly and was now turning beautiful, finally.
The 3 lane street was deserted, but not empty, flooded every now and then by the halogen lamps of retiring motor vehicles.
The RJ had invited a local musician who covered an acoustic version of the Garry Moore classic to perfection, to my contentment.
When I looked up the rain drops seemed like darts, harmless though, it felt out of the world… and to think of it that I had never looked up when it was raining….
A metamorphosis was now complete; the ugly caterpillar had successfully changed into a brilliant butterfly.
A cancelled seminar and a stolen 100 bucks now seemed too trivial to mark it as a rather ordinary day.
I keep telling people, a walk in the rains is “good”.
I reinstate, “it’s awe-inspiring! “.
p.s. for the apprehensive lot – before u wet yourself, keep a few paracetamol tabs and an extra pair of ear-phones handy and you shall be just fine. If not, then watch the Gene Kelly musical, it’s almost the same feeling.
For the rest of the story, untold, i leave it to the reader to try my favourite word .... "imagine".
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