There’s something very elemental, enchantingly primeval in the way the rain falls. Look at the passion with which the Sky sears and simmers for his beloved Earth, audaciously resonating the heavens with his love, how hurried the drops fall, like a fervent lover rushing to melt in his beloved’s arms and when they meet eventually, how fragrant their union blooms.
On this cold January night, my love, let’s close the windows and retreat to the warmth of our rooms, because as it rains outside, sky and earth are making love tonight.
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.
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