The simplest of things can open up long lost and innocently forgotten memories; the little bubbles of joy that snuggled the heart and made you go happy beyond words, somehow long lost in time. And yet, they live again to come back alive in the most pleasant ways.

It is Monsoon season this time around; and it is raining like a good old happy monsoon too. One minute its pleasantly cloudy with a gentle breeze caressing your face and the next, the roads are either glistening shining mirrors glimmering in a light of their own or new born little brooks awaiting to find their way out to the world as they slip and slide and carry with them the solace of happy beings.

And all of this.. getting soaked in a drizzle while it all settles cozily, reminds me of a good old time, back when I was still unawares of a world outside my books, the wonderful innocent frolicking around in the rain, taking it all in, not just on my skin but imbuing the tranquility straight to my soul.

To beautiful memories of ebullience and joy wrapped in heavenly little drops of love.