Many of us would agree that rain carries a feel of nostalgia...
Especially, if it does not rain for months and years in your current place..yeah, i am talking of the dry South California........
So, I insist on visiting India during the monsoon time...
Here it was during such a rainy season...
Gravid sky...
Soon it started raining....creating zillion bubbles....
The green gate gets drenched..
The passion flower vine all soaked up...
The ixora bush as well.......
Especially, if it does not rain for months and years in your current place..yeah, i am talking of the dry South California........
So, I insist on visiting India during the monsoon time...
Here it was during such a rainy season...
Gravid sky...
Soon it started raining....creating zillion bubbles....
The green gate gets drenched..
The passion flower vine all soaked up...
The ixora bush as well.......
I grew up in this house...
How I remember...lying in my bed, reading a story book..with roasted peanuts or ginger tea in my hand...good old happy days!!
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