bilateral relations in the wake of isolation

there

distant fireflies

twinkling

ever so intermittently

indicative.

light bugs

taking birth

as soon as

the first drops

of this rain

- awaited -

contact.

temporarily

unearthly

a union with

wisps of dark clouds

orange

- awaited -

a yellow

filters through

silhouettes of curtains

when so much

around

is in transit

this wind

the smell of it

remains

a lingering

and fervent hope

for sanity.

restore.

It's April

But that is no reason to write a post.

I'm just too sick of reading pseudo-patriotic cricket posts by everyone. And tired of trying to understand.

So I came back to what makes me most happy.

Me.

*big smiley*

It's high time this blog had a "Me" tag.

And I just realized it's raining.

It delighted me.

Delighted me to the point where I threw open my glass walls to the rain outside. The patter. The fragrance. Open to the romance of it.

That's when I made the call.