First drops...
On fine evening when clouds starts drizzling my love towards rain in childhood flashes in my mind . During those child hood days when soil fragrance touches my nose and clouds get darker me peep out to welcome first drops on me . And also start tearing my note papers to make my own boats with my name over those boats . And also i seek help of my grandpa to do paper boats. By the time mom's scolding wont get into my ears for tearing papers . Next i search for a perfect port to start my paper boats with joy . After few years my paper boat habit changed to ride cycle in rain but scoldings from mom did't change. That cycle is my pride as it is gift from my lovable grandpa for scoring first in class . Those are olden days.
When my fifth standard teacher teaches about acid rain my longing towards rain vanishes gradually. The fear of sulfur and nitrogen content stops me from enjoying rain. And i started thinking about my cycle ride as my teacher continues class. As i grow now looking backward when those olden days will be back? When we get those soil fragrance again? when i will play with my paper boats and ride cycle again ?
On fine evening when clouds starts drizzling my love towards rain in childhood flashes in my mind . During those child hood days when soil fragrance touches my nose and clouds get darker me peep out to welcome first drops on me . And also start tearing my note papers to make my own boats with my name over those boats . And also i seek help of my grandpa to do paper boats. By the time mom's scolding wont get into my ears for tearing papers . Next i search for a perfect port to start my paper boats with joy . After few years my paper boat habit changed to ride cycle in rain but scoldings from mom did't change. That cycle is my pride as it is gift from my lovable grandpa for scoring first in class . Those are olden days.
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