I felt like getting up in the morning and opening the window, a practice which i otherwise strangely detest. I felt like excercising my lost OCD and lying down on the cold clean bed and reading the neverending Bond novel. I was told i could skip paragraphas and still successfully follow the story, but then I'm not sure whether that would qualify has healthy reading. See. That's what the rain did.Kindly allow the inevitable use of :).
"Smiling" was waiting to take "cribbing's" place in characterising me and the rain provided immense support.
Dear rain,
If you were a person, you would be my favourite.
Keep in touch.
Aditi
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