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||Rains - The inspiration..


Anddd I am back. And I promise I'll write at least twice a month this time. No, make that one. :D 

So, this morning I was sitting on my bed, surfing the usual informative sites a student needs to surf (read Facebooking), when out of nowhere it started raining. Like cats and dogs. The sky turned this scary shade of gray, there were pink cracks emerging everywhere (read lightning), and suddenly it started pouring heavily. The smell of wet soil wafted in the air and it brought a sense of unexplainable peace. Although the peace wasn't all positive, considering it somehow convinced me that procrastinating my work a little more was okay. I swear I was going to start studying. :| 

On a serious note, rains remind me of home. Home brings all those childhood memories rushing back. Hence the blog title. I remember convincing mom to let me drench in the downpours and mom denying it outright. A little pout was all it took for my wish to be granted in the next five minutes. I have always loved the rains, and how anyone can not like it is beyond reason. My first reaction to anyone who scrunches up their nose when it rains is - "Are you crazy?" and I'm sure you'll agree. The feeling when those first few drops fall on your face cannot be put into words. 

The rains have always inspired me. They bring about an energy that is hard to resist. At the same time, a kind of serenity can be felt inside the soul. So yeah, that is how I decided I would blog again. Seeing one thing I love reminded me of another - writing! Plus you know, you get to write with a purple font, and I wouldn't pass up on that. :P

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