Slowly with the falling rain a small puddle of emotions is formed somewhere in a corner of my heart. As I see the rain drops sliding over the window and fall down, a ripple is created in the puddle within. Soon there is mist on the window. The drops slide over the glass, cutting through the mist, revealing the beauty of the rain falling outside. Unknowingly I try to stop that drop sliding over the window. But it takes it own coarse. A drop within also slides over my misty heart revealing the beauty of memories and the nostalgia.
I look outside… the same street, the same trees, the same mountains, the same streams all look so new and fresh. I look within… the same old memories have become fresh again…the nostalgia of the same old days brings a new joy…
I take a sip of tea to pamper my body with warmth. And suddenly a memory brings a warm tear in my eye…which pampers my heart.
I often wonder what does the rain tries to sneak-in under all these showers and thunders? But every year just before I realize what the rains have sneaked in to my life…I am nostalgic once again staring at those drops, drops on the window and drops rolling from my cheak on to my hand.
