Rainy. That’s the best word to describe the month. Rain is such a
beautiful inconvenience. And when it stops, the breeze walks in with a twist
and when you close your eyes, it will embrace you like your mom. So pure! So
sanctifying! Photogenic too… I clicked as much as I can. And she keeps throwing
frames at me knowing that I’m infected by photography.
No jogging. No reading. Just like any lazy admirer of rain. Well, wrote
a bit. Nothing much to wrap about the Rainy June. Had an overflow of thoughts
while beginning to write this post, but now it’s all evaporated living my
virtual mind dry like a cracked field. It’s no symptom of writer’s block or
anything. It seems like blackout. Like there was nothing special that happened
in June. No functions, no changes, no hardships, no get-togethers or anything. But
it was pleasant without any of these. That’s the best part indeed.
Hoping to pen down all those thoughts that my ‘virtual mind’ had
touched. They surely will come back. Aphorisms shall not dry to death…
