Pluvial Whims

Rains make my heart yearn from the deepest of corners. I don’t even make an attempt to subside the feeling. Some days are particularly meant to leave your thinking cap aside and delve into the emotional abyss. No matter how pragmatic I endeavor to be, these darn rains make me abstract, dreamy, making me want to embrace my vulnerable roots. Rains couldn’t be the reason alone..I wonder what complements them. mmm…Moments, isn’t it? Try forgetting a few and they etch even further. I love rains. I hate the mud and clumsiness later on. But I love rains. They used to make me jump in joy. For some reason, they make me a little sad these days. But mostly happy. I can’t quite explain it clearly. Seasons are coming and seasons are going; and in between them, there are rains that make you painfully, beautifully, splendidly reminisce all that has been slipping through your hands in the seasons gone by. Strong forces of nature tickle my frailty every time they visit.
P.S. Raining here in Bangalore after many a hot days. Pure bliss and little chills! <3

Drizzles 🍵

Rains. Equivalent to no mood for work. Lazying on the bed. Gazing through the window. Water sparkling on your cheeks, slipping through your fingers, soaking into your hairs. Craving for hot food. Coffee. Reminiscent of old memories. Jumping. Frolicking. Rides. Kisses. Drenching. Walks. Smiles. Little sweet. Little sad. Rains and the emotions it brings along! I charge you guilty.

#Blogging from office.

#Work affected by weather.

#One of those days.