the rain's painting Islamabad ( and, ofcourse other parts of the county) gorgeous. It has a funny way of bringing back so many memories:
- splashing in the cold summer showers with cousins all afternoon
- going for a long drive to the end of nowhere
- making garam sweet pakoras to go with steaming coffee
- simply walking to take in the icy breeze and just get really wet
- richly colored umbrellas and raincoats
- getting shoes and socks full of water
- rushing under that massive tree to shelter and relish the scene
-dancing in the rain, with hair and clothes flowing, on the loose
-writing my journal in the balcony, the pages getting all smudged in ink and rain
- stranded in a super-hilly-turned-slippery forest in Kel,Azad Kashmir and holding onto tree trunks prior to being rescued back home
- nursery rhyme,' rain rain, go away...'
- songs that talk of rain, 'tip tip tip baarish', 'november rain', 'it's raining man', 'bheegi yaadein', 'suhana safar aur yeh mausam haseen', and so many more
they say the first few droplets of rain remind you of the person you love...don't know about that
but the feeling's pure romance!
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