It was 4 pm in the evening..I was served with tea and snacks..It was raining too..While having that , my mind just scrolled back to the same rainy evenings we had @ the hostel..
When it ticks 4 'o' clock on the dot , the rain will be setting it up to give us company..The 10 minute pad to the tea stall , with the rain sprinkling on
us...The hour long talks infront of the hot tea , and after having it , holding the cup high , looking desperately for any drop left..
And stepping out into the rain with fights over the umbrella , and ending up with no one getting it..Running hard to avoid the rain playing on us , and changing the
mind in the halfway to get wet by her..
Admiring the beauty of the rain while towelling , and scolding the same rain when it cuts the power..Taking snaps with the rain in the background..And , setting ourselves back into the room from the open space when the rain calls in lightning..It all adds to the list of my memories with the rain..
And now , while looking alone at the rain , i feel it's neither me nor the rain that got changed..But the time , which changes evening to dawn , the dawn to night , that has played in between..I know , u also will be havin the same feeling..Miss u my mates.:)
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