ON A RAINY DAY FROM MY WINDOW…

Just when I thought misty winters were making way for depressing summers heaven smiles at me and gifts me with a beautiful valentine gift- RAIN… winter rain has always been beautiful and fresh.Winter Rain is mysterious.It is definitely cold but the wind that blows has a softness to it.This might be a goodbye winter rain but i choose not to sulk about that depressing tomorrow and soak myself for some real happiness that this gift brings to my heart and soul with steaming cup of ginger tea and my camera and not to forget the smell or rather than fragrance in my case of the wet mud( i love it like anything).I was thirsty for a refreshing rain and here it happens on this Tuesday morning.

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How I wish I could go out for a walk this morning just to feel the rain drops touching my skin but my fever does not permit me that liberty now so I decide to use my camera to walk and talk for me. 

Early morning showers on a working day sure is a mess but for the ones like me it is a blessing. Even when i had to go to school or college i loved it when it rains in the morning - clean roads tiny rain drops kissing your feet and those cute umbrellas ahh it is for everyone to enjoy it for themselves and yes the messy roads and clay mud was a reason to worry but then i somehow get very optimistic during rain and winters so i make a point to only remember the good memories related with Rain.I have had my share of messy experience of early morning rain when i accidentally slipped in a bus-stand in front of all the by-standers but i take that as a stunt of the funny me at least i gave them a good morning laugh in my mud claded avatar. They were happy and so was i, i gave my college a skip that day instead i decided to talk a walk back home all drenched in Rain( life was beautiful then ) 

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The Bonfire that was helping the people from the nearby bus stand to brave the Delhi winters that has decided to do a strong comeback before the final exist.

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The lonely rickshaw without the Rickshaw-puller.The sudden showers have made the rickshaw-puller to abandon  this poor vehicle and seek shelter near the bonfire.

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 Freshly washed Green leaves standing proud flaunting the depth of its natural beauty. I Love Trees i indeed Love Greenery; just can't stop admiring it especially after rains.

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Another skyscraper in NOIDA .The Building is under construction as you can see it. I'm tired of seeing this concrete jungle. I SEE LOT OF PEOPLE AROUND ME BUT WHERE ARE THE HUMANS? I'm nothing different from the people i mentioned here yet i try to feel my human side once in a while. I'm not blaming anyone for being busy or anything just that I'm having plenty of time to do nothing and  my mind is wandering through the ironical development that we witness and the kinds of people we eventually become.

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Rain is a symbol of purity . It purifies ones inner- self as well we are just too busy to notice that small process of purification.If  we have the time and patience to feel the change such small things  brings to our mood our day would go on a pleasant note. Many complain when it rains but somewhere deep down we all love it.We Love Rain. Rain touches our heart every time it pours down. All of us enjoy Rain irrespective of the age we fall into.Rain brings in an array of emotions it may ignite the sad self , the happy self,the nostalgic self... but it for sure ignites emotions that we forget to show/notice in our daily chaos.

I'm glad i got an opportunity to sit here and watch the world go by and join the circus; I Noe I'm part of that circus even if I'm nothing more than a Junior artiste yet i Noe i will always have the patience to look for such small pleasures of life