Rain

I always smile nicely with the first rains. I smile before I start complaining of the humidity, sickness, puddles, potholes, traffic. I remember the time when we left from Geetanjali's house in Kalina at around 1230am. We had to switch 2 autos; finally had to walk a short distance to my place. I cant believe how useless I was. All the time to stop and stare, and care about nothing whatsoever. May be that is why I love being my mad self.
Laughing till I almost burst :) ; waving my arms in the middle of the street.
Visualising my dreams and painting an occasional picture.
And finally writing this rubbish.