Chapter 128

Life has got all good to me these days. 

Monsoons are on time and it's time to sow seeds to start the new crop season.

I am here in our farmlands but it's raining since morning uninterrupted.

The rain has its own enormous, charming, variegated castles. Some castles take you to your hidden dreams and some castles have their own rollercoasters of memories. You don't just feel the splash of little live drops! In fact, you create swarms of unreachable moments, mono- happening past.

The dark clouds make you feel in the arms of pain. And at the other side of the sky, a rainbow takes you to multiple color swings of the past, someone's presence, and absence.

That aroma of the earth that shimmer all over the space when the raindrops touch the ground, is a wonder of nature. Which perfumer can make this fragrance other than God. 

The music of the raindrops which is created without any instruments soothes the stressed souls.