Rain
And today as I left from my coaching and stepped outside to feel the cool breeze on my face, blowing the strands, a bit irritating yet soothing. Ohh...it was raining...though not heavily but yes I could feel those tiny droplets on my face. I rushed to find a shelter as everybody else did. And in that short lapse of time I spent in the shelter of mine – I observed- the roads and the trees, the buildings and the bricks and the towers and shops and the twigs – every bit around was shining iridescently as if radiating the bliss of rain. As the educated class was seen running to find shelters, our little friends were cheerfully dabbling themselves in the splashes. Sun also did find shelter behind the clouds but seemingly was not as afraid as we were. In a blink of an eye, these precipitated vapours pouring from sky to earth had rejuvenated every being around- a blessing of God. And then my mind wondered – if rain is such a beautiful bliss, why do we really run away from it? wh...