It has rained here and it's gorgeous. I changed my mind about not going out and decided to pay a quick visit. This city, when it rains, is like the lyrics of a Gulzar song. The puddles and wet, wilted leaves and flowers on slopes are like the introduction of Qara Roz in Rushdie's Enchantress of Florence. The fresh innocence of a newly bathed world is the part that reminds us (me, at least) that the loving part of our hearts still throbs.
Oh, it was so soporofic and still that I feel a little heady but a lot calmer.
It really is a beautiful life.
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