When in Delhi, You would have to wait a long year to hear the drops of rain, feel the petrichor, see the drizzles on your hair and face but now In this new city, it’s like almost an usual phenomenon.. It’s like you name it and every drop is from the clouds..

But this time when it rained the poet inside me didn’t want to write or rhyme, it didn’t want to be around because it didn’t feel right.

With every rain, I would feel and reinforce my believe in the goodness of people , I don’t know why but nature itself makes me feel complete and then everyone looks nice through every lens that I wear.