people continue to not surprise me. they haven't changed much, though i've ascended chronologically. now I observe clinically and detached, once I did not.
am dying for some rain...think it did, in the middle of the night. can smell the remains in the wind blowing.
A Study In Red - Grey
Red balloon in a grey sky
Floating to meet the winds
Rain, no rain
Where do the clouds melt to?
Tempt and mock my heart
Wretched cloud-sirens!
I wait to taste the rain on me.
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song playing in head - 'i'm a rock'
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abbey dilli ki rain - all i get here is the Boston rain and it is so cold, God forbid if you get wet.
Really like your style of writing...very Alannis... :) almost - some Eliot influences too!
wow, thanks! ya, theres something mast abt the rains in apna desh, just not the same anywhere else, I think...
Excellent, love it! »
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