Mysore Sept
2013
I walked
back home after a down pour. It was 10 pm and the road was deserted and rain
was threatening to intensify. I managed to reach home and in the safety of home
rain looked completely different. Sitting in the warm room it is so pleasant to
watch the rain beating on windows and listen to a variety of sounds and smell
the fragrance of the soil that rises after the first showers. A what - if
thought comes to mind. I imagine life outside for someone who has no shelter,
no warmth and belly only half full. Future appears desolate, dark and without
hope mirroring the rainy and wind-blown night. I feel so secure and feel
grateful to life.
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