As I sit here looking outside the window, I see the raindrops on the green grass. I look at them with more intent, urging them to tell me their story.

Do they have a story? A story of being a raindrop? They seem happy. I ask them, “Are you not afraid? In a matter of few seconds, you will be gone.” They look at me and say, “That is the reason we are happy. Happy till we are gone.”

pooja

31 comments on “Raindrops…”

  1. Remember me writing about haikus? And see already the number of goody-goody comments you've got! Damn! I am so right every time! Can you believe it I am saying that? 'cos only today I got scolded for being blunt ! clearly one or two scoldings like these wouldn't set me back from poaching the innocent people 😀 😀

  2. Haikus are for intellects, I am a nobody 🙂 So modest of me :p Btw, I have never understood what haikus are. I have read some and liked some only based on my thinking of what they might interpret.Oh..now let me tell you how I wrote this post. I was sitting and thinking of writing about something else. Then, it rained and looking out of the window, I wrote this 😀 This is how I pass time here :(Being blunt is good. So, enjoy the time till you can remain blunt. 🙂

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