Tuesday, 14 October 2014

The Alarm Rain

It was often that I would wake up in the morning with pattering of rain drops on my window pane in Bhutan. Since I came to Dehradun, I had almost forgotten that sound of rain in early morning until today when I was once again woken up by the falling rain. The feeling of clumsiness and never wanting to leave the warm bed engulfed me for the first time in Dehra. It was hard time to get myself off the bed and run into the washroom. But I enjoyed this feeling of laziness accompanied by nostalgia.  

to be continued...... 

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