I think it’s the terrible Mumbai heat that makes me desperately await the rains….I find myself craving for the first shower and the sweet smell of the wet Earth. I crave to see the freshness of the bright green leaves, and the grey and dull, but promising skies. I crave for the carelessness and jaunt I possess during a downpour. I crave to behave like a drunk immature child again, very different from the serene, professional and mature attitude I otherwise possess. I crave to dance as if the world has abandoned humanity…..it comprising only ME……………and HIM….

PS: And more than ever, I crave for our late night bike rides amidst the rains. Our wet bodies close. My undoubted faith in him. The peace and quiet on the roads except the trickling waters and the faint rustle of the leaves…..And then, he randomly turning back for a split second to plant a quick peck on my cheek….

PPS: A close friend asked me why I hadn’t managed to write something myself lately, in the past couple of weeks…. I replied that my source of inspiration had been lost.
Then my nautanki mind thought of this…

Mein blogger to nahi….Magar ae hasin,
Jab se dekha maine tujko, mujko,
Blogging aa gayi…