
Today,
while I was returning back from the college it again found me on the way. It
winded my hair and started kissing my face as if it loved me once. So I allowed
it because I exactly knew that it going to be the last romance between me and
her. I let it made me wet completely. It followed me till I was at my shelter,
my home, my den where I always expect it to happen. But it never comes. Knowing
all this, I furthermore make my mind up that this is my last rain. I won't get
soggy again. Yes!!! This is my last rain. I will never be set to celebrate it.
It always planted me in soaking mud. It has always left making me completely
saturated and assembling its way as natural. It rolls up, composes me thrilled
and just gets lost, nowhere to be found and ending me and my milieu give the
impression of being catastrophic.
To
be continued...
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