It is a time of monsoon whole Mumbai was drenched in first rain of season, wind dancing around in happiness, because of rain, some people went hurriedly to their terese for remove the clothes, which they put for dry. The sounds of frogs irritated as hell to all, small children were taking out their hands from windows to feel the droplets of rain in their hands, some elder people sat on Warranda enjoying hot tea with pakoda in the first rain.
Sitting at adjacent balcony of her room, one girl sitting silently, with close eyes, wants to enjoyed the first rain of season, her long black hair were blowing in winds, the wind creasing the soft skin of her check lovingly, legs folded to her chest, with one albums in her arms, which she placed closely to her heart.
Write a comment ...