Last week it had rained. Heavily. Madly. As if someone was pelting stones on the roof top. Outside, life’d come to a halt. Busy roads, suddenly were abandoned. The trees, bore the weather’s wrath. And I, silently witnessed it from the office corridors. When it rains, I have to sneak out, to watch, to ponder – over what? I don’t know, but I do. When it rains, it has some magnetic effect on me.. it pulls me strangely towards itself. I wish to leave everything aside, and attend to those pearly, tear like drops, falling incessantly on earth, soaking everything in its ardor.
A Quiet & Serene Spot
When the intensity decreased, I wanted to stop by at a lovely cafe close to my office for a cup of tea, purely because of itsĀ ambiance` – with the nature almost embracing you in its close proximity. It has an open area, and the place offers some quick eats too, fairly good ones, continental though. The tea Ā there is served with those optional tea-bags – English style with hot water, fresh milk, sugar cubes. For me, it’s better than those vending machines pouring outĀ mechanizedĀ cups of tea.
A Cup of Tea
My tea arrived in no time. I looked out at the trees, the leaves, – how it glistened after the heavy downpour. I sipped slowly, enjoying the warmth over the slightly chilly and damp weather. Rains, hypnotize me. It weaves a magical tune. Each time it pours, I get dissolved in it…