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And it rained…
As I walked
out of the office into the wet street a smile escaped my lips. After several
weeks of unbearable summer heat it had finally rained. The cool breeze of wind
only added to my joy.
always been something mystical about rain. Especially the occasional ones which
are blessed in summer. They bring along a wave of positivity, a sense of hope,
a feeling of liberation.
In some way these
sudden rain symbolizes change. The summer heat reminds me of the grueling
challenges we all face in life. Summer at its peak gets unbearable and then it’s
time for the much needed change.
the joy of walking down the street after it has rained. It’s yet another simple
joy of life, so many of us fail to appreciate at times. I simply feel euphoric
when the cool breeze gently caresses my face as I continue walking down the
thing you can do right now is to go out for a walk. It might be bit to late
considering its past midnight. But I wouldn’t mind going for one right away.
The silence around only adds to the tranquility we desire the most. So it’s
time for me now for the much needed short walk before I go to sleep.
It was yet another Friday or billions of
earthlings. May be it was a mundane day ahead for
some and exciting for others. An exciting day ahead for the ones who were certain
of the joy to be unwrapped the next day, the weekend. Well, in my case it was
the former. Blame it on being one amongst the many who work on Saturdays.
The distance between us questions possibilities, Two souls who connect yet shall stay detached, Life running along parallel tracks that shall never meet, Yet hope says they would someday be entwined. UnInhibited feelings spoken, thoughts exchanged, Unassuming how the world would read them, Prejudices can't be fought, let free thoughts sail, It's a battle less spoken, but I know many shall be fought. Feelings expressed in words for many are view points, Sometimes misunderstood, unacceptable for few. Thoughts expressed are sometimes song of a bleeding heart, These emotions maybe shunned by many as no art. Questioned and unacceptable orphan thoughts, Wish to die accepted, but denied and stay detest. Don't let yourself be consumed by the opinions of others, Your soul deserves a sweet song, let it be one about it's zest.