And
I want you to see the rain drops falling in an old pond.
I want you to see the pigeons flying from an old temple tower.
I want you to see the school children playing in rain.
I want you to see the empty railway track full of rain water.
I want you to feel the cool breeze in your face and shout.
I want you to smell the fragrance coming from fields.
I want you to see the village people sitting in front of their house and watching the rain silently.
- Note to Self
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