Someday...

The sky is pouring its heart out and the shade is the only respite.. but who cares about being wet. Cigarette fumes fused with vapour of hot tea making one indistinguishable from the other. Reticence peaks as another day at college ends. A paratha here and an omlette there and we can see all that is there on one's plate but who knows what is on the other's mind . Too many thoughts clogging the brain one amongst them probably being where one is heading to. Good old mirchi's tunes sound distant as the rustle of the leaves and pitter-patter of the rain takes foreground .NO gyan and no global...Realization of a sense of serenity amidst all the chaos and a hope for more moments like this....