From the diary.

Sometimes when it rains it feels as though nature is weeping along. It looks as if she takes up our pain and pours down to soothe the wounds. More than often it is nature that has helped me through. And on that note, it has been the rain which has had the deepest impact.

                                           

Rains bring back a thousand memories. Every drop of it holds in it a moment passed. Perhaps petrichor is nothing but the scent of the weights being lifted up; those weights that hold us down and hurt us. Earths pores that open up at the touch of rain is much similar to the million souls living here. We open up, often get hurt by the sudden downpour and slowly heal.

Today as I note this down, the memory of the last rain we saw together stands vivid; the smile in your eyes and the love in your heart. And I do know, many a rains are yet to remind it over an over!

24/08/2016