Watery roads, And slippery floors, There’s water…. Water… everywhere, Drowning plants grow tall to breathe, Submerged ground enjoys the swim, Critters and creepers come out of their homes, Dark blue blanket covers the wet land, Green is greener, brown in browner, and blue is bluer… The washing continues… Rains fall fiercely, Drains are not enough, …
Potholes, uneven roads, and puddle roads are a common sight during monsoons in India. I’ve always wondered if maybe the authorities did it right, if maybe there was no corruption (I like to day dream), if maybe they get the asphalt formula from other countries (damn! they have great roads), we’ll all be safe from …
I’m walking.. I’m walking.. I’m drenching… I’m drenching… The drops fall down and hug me.. The tease me and kiss me… Oh… it’s raining… it’s raining… My brain is draining.. its draining… My heart is shining… I’m walking… I’m walking… I’m shaking and I’m shivering… I’ll be fine… I won’t whine…. Happy… Happy.. …
Spicy Rasam 