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Teeming Monsoon💦 I tried to convince myself that these raindrops will bring something new for sure, because the transition of blue turning grey is itself very potent and convincing. The mud adhered to my shoes,  the wet anklets of my jeans,  sleeves of my new tee, the green around me getting revitalised, all the dusty windows and houses getting renewed, the pale boards, their signs and the messages on the roads starting to convey more evidently, wet souls of leaves fallen on the earth, the rain water filling the voids, the grills of my gate beginning to shine, raindrops adding a new flavour to my coffee, the banana leaves in my backyard devising miniature diamonds, the rainbow after a good fall, the sun, the essence of wet soil, the moisture in air, and the extra water filling the voids of my heart, my drenched soul, writing a new story, the words resting under the shade of my heart,  everything is just  part of monsoon, they are excursively contributing...

Sometimes you find a place to cry. Even emotions require privacy for expression. Sometimes the clouds keep moving faster and you can actually feel the time slipping from your hands. And it's so abrupt that you can't even introspect it. Some days feel like ughhh. Don't even know why. Sometimes it's good to stop and just let your senses and heart actually coordinate and find a way out of this. To just have a look around and watch other people, living their lives. Sit  in the corner of a park and just watch the other bodies move here and there walking and complaining. Tired of their own shits. Tired of everything just like you. Then you start finding similarities between you and them. You actually start living it. Empathy, you call it I guess. To actually step into one's shoe. To at least try thinking of it. You start adjusting, try adjusting.  As time passes by, you can see that people around you are also trying to adjust. Because you all are under the sam...