Rain🌫
It's the end of June! The month of rain, of thunder and lightning and wet umbrellas and raincoats, brewing coffees, boiling teas, frying pakoras, maggie bowls, cosy blankets, muddy shoes, dirty window panes, leaking sheds, power cuts, scented candles, humid air, screaming bookshelves, wet jeans, the gentle sound of my Nanu's snores, singing bulbuls, parakeets, mynas, magpie robins, sunbirds, spotted doves, tiny flowerpeckers, kingfishers, common tailorbirds, cuckoos, howling of the greater coucals, and their flooding hearts dancing in rain. This is why I am in love with this month, because it is always full of stories. . People say rain heals. Maybe or maybe not. Rain opens the wounds every time and it stings. It reminds me of home, of sorrows, of the battles that I have been through and the battles that are yet to be fought, the downs and the swaddling wounds while making paper boats. . The month reminds me that you can't just run away from your pain, you can't rip ...