The cat-and-dog weather!!

" Kitni achi si -feeling- nai aati, jab halki halki barish ki boonde hum par girti hain!! Vo bheeni bheeni saundhi si khushboo..vo halke halke boondo ka girna..vo dheere dheere bheegna...bheegte bheegte kisi ped k neeche khade rehna...aadhe gheele se...aadhe sukhe se..dheere dheere dur tak chalna....bus chalte hi jaana.."

I have always been fascinated with rains...the sound of droplets outside your window pane...the song it sings....the general feeling it brings...the way it washes away all your worries and problems...the way it makes sure that all you can concentrate on is "it" and nothing else....the magic it weaves around...

The bracing feel of the drizzle as it touchs our skin..the intoxicating smell...its all so electrifying...so magical..

Probably I am not the only one who cant resist playing in the rain..a slight drizzle is enough to make me sopntaneously get on my feet and step out of the safe dry confines of a room!! The whole thing is just so magical...

wish it rained more often...wished it was raining at this very moment...this post could then wait till my thirst was quentched..ah an absurd thought!! :)

The Solitary Reaper

Behold her, single in the field,

Yon solitary Highland Lass!

Reaping and singing by herself;

Stop here, or gently pass!

Alone she cuts and binds the grain,

And sings a melancholy strain;

O listen! for the Vale profound

Is overflowing with the sound.

No Nightingale did ever chaunt

More welcome notes to weary bands

Of travellers in some shady haunt,

Among Arabian sands:

A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard

In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,

Breaking the silence of the seas

Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings?--

Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow

For old, unhappy, far-off things,

And battles long ago:

Or is it some more humble lay,

Familiar matter of to-day?

Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,

That has been, and may be again?

Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang

As if her song could have no ending;

I saw her singing at her work,

And o'er the sickle bending;

I listened, motionless and still;

And, as I mounted up the hill

The music in my heart I bore,

Long after it was heard no more.

-- William Wordsworth

The tongue that slips..oops...actually the Face that slips!!

For the first time my words seem to fail me!! I really cant make up my mind, rather "words", so as to explain what I wanna say but as always, even though the words have left my side....my expressions remain intact!!

The expressions donot and can never fail you rather they always come in handy to fill in the gaps and complete the jigsaw puzzle of thoughts!!

Am sure there are people around-atleast one of them I am absolutely sure of, who will completely agree with me here when I say- Expressions speak louder than words!! :)

Today just thinking about writing something, I realised that even after so many blog posts I had not yet acknowledged my "forever mine" friend and hence this one thankyou note is just for "him"-My dear Expression!! :)
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[Blank spaces were for all the different expressions on my face right now!!]

:)