The sky is blanketed by the flounce of the clouds. It’s like heavens sprinkling down the drops to the ever thirsty terrain. Traffic is oddly less. Blame it on the rain. It’s 5 o’ clock in the evening and people seem to have somehow forgotten that. There isn’t any rush in any one’s heart to get back home. May be the beauty of it all has taken me by storm and I refuse to take my eyes off it. My silky beige curtain is vehemently trying to kiss the rain but the iron bars against the windows are its sudden villain and the flow of the breezy air is what the curtain is battling with. I have helped it the best, by keeping the windows open the farthest. But I can't hide a smile at the restless dance of it . ‘Please Forgive me ‘ by Bryan Adams is looping on my system. The Moment is in complete purity and the world is in harmony.
If only this moment could be painted, I would describe it as my love and would want to rewrite ‘Paint my Love’ by MLTR. But then again, the best moments can neither be painted nor described. They need to be experienced and lived and relived by memories. I am in Love, head over heels, with this magic I am experiencing right now and feel like hugging God for creating a place as beautiful as the earth.