Very short stories – Summer Rains

When it rains in Bangalore on a hot caustic summer evening, you smell the wet trees, their flowers now smashed to pulp, you see the sodium vapour lamps highlighting the drops, the running people, escaping bikes and the kid walking ever slowly. Ah summer rains, reminds me of home and then Pilani and the myriads of beautiful moments. I am just a grown up kid decorated with beard!

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