Friday, January 22, 2010


Oh, it started raining. The drops sit on the glass window. They distort the view of the world outside. And you almost feel like its not the real world out there. Shapes that move and have no shape. And shapes that change every time another rain drop hits the glass.


imnuk said...

.....rain, umbrella, thoughts, tea, emotions...just so you.

i am said...

i lived in the abodes of clouds babas. how can i not loves rains babas.