This is the perfect Thursday morning maybe.
I look to my right and through the glass a rain drenched Mumbai skyline gives you that mixed feeling where you cant pinpoint what you exactly feel.
You try to keep the thoughts away of how other people are insensitive to the extent that you wish to run away at the blink of an eyelid. On the other hand you hear Jonty Rhodes on radio and feel excited. The idea of running in the rain is becoming more exciting by the day.
Cappuccino Dusk is taking an addictive turn.
Then all you truly want to imbibe is -
In the end only three things matter -
How much you loved
How gently you lived
And How gracefully you let go of things not meant for you
- Buddha
I look to my right and through the glass a rain drenched Mumbai skyline gives you that mixed feeling where you cant pinpoint what you exactly feel.
You try to keep the thoughts away of how other people are insensitive to the extent that you wish to run away at the blink of an eyelid. On the other hand you hear Jonty Rhodes on radio and feel excited. The idea of running in the rain is becoming more exciting by the day.
Cappuccino Dusk is taking an addictive turn.
Then all you truly want to imbibe is -
In the end only three things matter -
How much you loved
How gently you lived
And How gracefully you let go of things not meant for you
- Buddha
