Raindrops keep falling on my head


It’s been four months of scorching restless summer since I last posted here.
There are times when I can’t write, either because I am too happy or too sad. It was the former these four months.
It’s raining now, and my wordless happy season is ending too. There is something about monsoon. It makes me want to run away somewhere far, maybe Khasak, if it actually exists.
Last week I got completely drenched looking for a rickshaw back from work, took a cab and paid 4 times the normal fare and all this was after the first horrible day at work in my latest company.
I think I should quit and get back to studying. There are so many things waiting to be learned.
Clarity where art thou?

1:01 AM | |

 

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Grow up, brat!

July 27, 2011 at 9:55 PM  
raining words said...

Yessir! ;)

July 31, 2011 at 12:10 AM  

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