It was often that I would wake up in the morning with
pattering of rain drops on my window pane in Bhutan. Since I came to Dehradun, I
had almost forgotten that sound of rain in early morning until today when I was
once again woken up by the falling rain. The feeling of clumsiness and never
wanting to leave the warm bed engulfed me for the first time in Dehra. It was
hard time to get myself off the bed and run into the washroom. But I enjoyed
this feeling of laziness accompanied by nostalgia.
to be continued......
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