Outdoors when it Rains




The stream brings so many leaves. Few fragile ones that did not survive the storm adorns the Tarmac. The ballon after serving its purpose lies there dead yet brilliantly bringing the road to life. Few stronger leaves also fell, may be the storm was too hard, too cruel. Post the storm, the leaves that are still on the trees sighs, the kids come out, a distant Bul Bul leaves out a call, the stray dog shakes itself, the water from her hair sprinkles on the insect bitten leaf. A thousand things happen on the ground while our eyes stay fixated to the passing clouds that reminds of a forlorn memory of a forgotten lover. The whole road smelled like a backyard covered with moss. The Tarmac did not burn the skin anymore, the clouds did not bring the rain anymore. The remnants of a mightier time stays while everything moves. CHECK OUT THE SERIES BELOW










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