Neither was it a summer nor a winter. Neither a rainy nor an autumn. I am little bit confused, how to define that day. That day was a mixture of hard rays of the cruel sun with pin dropping rain water in addition of a slowly flown cold air, which touched my soul. I was in a day-dream with the touch of this monsoon on my thin sensitive skin. As I am not a writer nor a philosopher, but I always like to enjoy each and every part of nature, in my own ways (to fall in a dream with open eyes). It is a habit since childhood and now-a-days I use it to avoid my loneliness.
Neither was it a summer nor a winter. Neither a rainy nor an autumn. I am little bit confused, how to define that day. That day was a mixture of hard rays of the cruel sun with pin dropping rain water in addition of a slowly flown cold air, which touched my soul. I was in a day-dream with the touch of this monsoon on my thin sensitive skin. As I am not a writer nor a philosopher, but I always like to enjoy each and every part of nature, in my own ways (to fall in a dream with open eyes). It is a habit since childhood and now-a-days I use it to avoid my loneliness.
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July 2016
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