Rain
(Written June 11, 2011, around 6:00 pm.)
And suddenly,
I became aware of the rain on my own face.
A drop on my cheek,
A drop on my lip.
And I thought...
Would you even notice?
Would I be beautiful to you in the rain?
Was I ever?
Does a raindrop on my lip mean anything to you?
What about a raindrop on hers?
About Me
- Kriti
- Analyzing and over analyzing. Loving. Hating. Being. Seeing. Hearing. Talking. Closing my eyes. Breathing. Thinking. Thinking that I'm thinking. Believing. In very few things...but believing in them with every fibre of my being. Dancing. Till my heart is on fire. Watching TV shows. I'm addicted. Math. Programming. Mahabharat. It's fascinating. Discussing religion and its evolution. Ramadan. It's uplifting. Reading. Writing. Words. Learning. Trying. Giving. Waiting for the one I lost over the stupidest and horriblest mistake ever.
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