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rains, weather and all the thoughts otherwise.

It rained last night.


 After bearing so much heat that all my watery sunscreen will flow with the sweat before I even step out of the home, it was a relief and more than that, it felt like a new need . I have to get to a place where the weather is as soothing and cool  as it was yesterday and so was today morning. 
It has always been a funny thought about the place where I live. All I need here are  full sleeved clothes which protects me from the stinging sun rays and on the other spectrum in the winters, a full sleeved t-shirt is enough most of the time to  keep me protected from the cold as well. Its just these weather-changing time to get my half sleeved or sleeve-less tops out, and my midi/maxi free flowing dresses functional.

Otherwise, most of the days in summers are spent indoors, while at home or at work, most probably in closed air conditioned rooms with compromised mobility. The only function this serves is that, it keeps you at a fixed place, to complete all your work. Nothing else could have been done otherwise. 

Good weather keeps me going, working with minimizing the cooler's or heater's additions in the electricity bill. Just keep the windows and doors open and it feels like heaven, so connected to the LIFE  outside the virtually real screen where I spend most of our day. 

There is also another thing rains do to us. It feels beautiful in rains. The peace of mind and a reasonable reason for being disconnected from the devices ( here, you'll either find the lights-went-off or the signals-not-being-caught) works wonders. These are the times when I end up thinking about the things that actually matter in life. Evening rains makes me romanticize my life. The sky shadows the colors we rarely witness in my life. 

I love winters too, but to be honest, those are the times of the year where I am having my academic year's final exams and that keeps  me from hanging out or explore. There's a lot of festivities and events and fairs that we have in our city in the winters ( as summers are unbearable to be happy on the roads) and for me, that's the only relaxation I can afford during my final examinations preparations.


--Anu

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