Yeah, the feeling ... Only the one who gets to feel it, can know what I’m talking about. This summer has been nothing but an idle period of time where I could have done a lot of things but didn’t except for reading some books and bragging about them on GoodReads. So let’s come to the point, I have been boiling here at my place when some people out there are shivering in cold, guess this is what India is proud of ‘Unity in Diversity’. So again, coming to my agony, I have been suffering here in ‘ garmi’ , the record-breaker this time. Apparently, the thermometer has never touched 45.4 ever before. Anyways, the monsoon rains are coveted more than any daily soap coveted by any housewife. And why not, they ofcourse are providing breads to the various mouths unlike any of the daily soaps. Think of the scenario, you are wishing for simply an impossible. How would you feel if that wish of yours is fulfilled? How happy are you gonna be? This is pretty much what happened to me. The ...
Banters of an enamoured soul, in all shades of grey. Life. Poetry. Some Proses. Light and Dark.