I talk too little

Aditya Kumar
Sep 6, 2018 · 1 min read

I have a pretty umbrella. Its grey and black with design stripes. Sure the fact that I got it at 50 percent off, does certainly add up to its beauty. I always keep it with me in my bag. I used to open it up in a flash, as soon as the first few drops hit me, but I don't use it anymore. I just like to keep it along.

Its always a mayhem when it rains. Its so hilarious to just look around people trying to sneak in somewhere under shade, huddling in and yet all the while trying not to turn the situation any further awkward. You know, you can slow time up when it rains. The way people look at me from their brief stoppages as I take my brisk strides, all wet, yet chest puffed out without any care in the world; isn’t that the best feeling in the world.

Most of them take me for a fool but sometimes I think I can catch rare flashes of jealousy in their eyes. But again, what do I know, I talk too little.

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