Rains had left me hankering for a nice palate of crunchy hot fries accompanied by an equally large pot of tea. The soft pitter-patter all day long as thousand wet kisses from dark cloud maketh Earth go green. The morning shower lasted for few thirty minutes as I get late to office but as the dusk crawl in millions bounce off rooftops and sidewalks…just enough to remind me of home.
By the time I sat down to draft my review, I scratched things out. And heavy rain sprinkled on me; on my bed…I got a strange desire to eat ice creams. If it doesn’t stop raining till tomorrow…I’ll buy myself Mayflower…to float!
Time passing fast, indeed. Waiting for winter’s I will go home.
By the time I sat down to draft my review, I scratched things out. And heavy rain sprinkled on me; on my bed…I got a strange desire to eat ice creams. If it doesn’t stop raining till tomorrow…I’ll buy myself Mayflower…to float!
Time passing fast, indeed. Waiting for winter’s I will go home.
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