The first rain of the season. I can hear it through the window. I can smell it, though I'm closeted inside. I can feel the sweetness on my face, I can feel the wind on my arms.
I'm lost in music. Music about the rain, music about longing.
This is heaven. An image of brown earth, a red sari blowing in the wind. Loneliness, romantized. Possibilities.
Music really does make life worth it, doesn't it?
I'm lost in music. Music about the rain, music about longing.
This is heaven. An image of brown earth, a red sari blowing in the wind. Loneliness, romantized. Possibilities.
Music really does make life worth it, doesn't it?
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