Its been a long hot summer this year and Mumbai was waiting so much for the rains….
I love rains. Whether I am inside or out, all feels and smells so fresh and clean, just so love the feeling of rain falling on my face, the feeling of jumping on the puddles the rain makes, the feeling of getting wet and dancing in the rains… Watching the raindrops falling down, forgetting all my worries in its refreshing sound and sweet smell of earth. The dark and beautiful sky, the glitter through the drops in sun, makes everything seems so huge, endless…. Rain is Beautiful :)
But while I was walking down the road last night I wondered Do all love rains? What about all those homeless people who live on the streets of Mumbai? How do they dry once wet? Where do they sleep when it rains? …They, must be hating rains. The thought itself hurts so much. How do they manage?Is there a choice? …no choice but manage!
One mans pleasure another mans pain …
