this is the monsoon of dreams, unleashed desires, a season to set you free...nothing can quench the thirst of a soul like this. this is the monsoon of satiety. moss green walls swollen furnitures and doors, a contagious infection lingering in the air. it asks me to stand and watch the spectacular performance of the raindrops.this is the monsoon of celebration.
swimming unrestricted throughout the pond, happy with the rain that was spreading the happiness around. such short life spans yet they have no deadlines to meet, nothing to do before they die. they are born just for the season happy with the rain. they belong to this monsoon which inturn belong to them. happy frogs in a pond. what a sight it was... i love monsoon. for once lets be those slimy little things we hate and live just for the season, just for this rain. i felt so thankful that it rain three months of the year. why cant we be greatful for such small things in life.
as never as happy as i was this season which went by...
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