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When the Hills Breathe Rain
The rain in Meghalaya is not an interruption — it’s a rhythm. It arrives not with urgency but with the patience of something that knows it has months to stay. Roofs learn its percussion, rivers remember their old beds, and the hills wrap themselves in layers of green too rich for a colour chart. In Continue reading
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Rain: The Symphony of Nature
It’s raining outside—raining after what feels like an eternity. The world slows down and a hush falls over everything, save for the rhythmic drumming of raindrops against the earth. Unlike other days, today feels different. But then again, isn’t every day different? We often tell ourselves that monotony exists, but in truth, no two days Continue reading
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When the Rain Comes, I Listen
It begins without warning—a hush falls across the afternoon, like the sky drawing a long breath. A grey veil lowers itself gently over the world. And then, the first drops. Not loud, not hurried. Just a soft tapping on the roof, the leaves, the skin of still puddles. It’s the kind of rain that doesn’t Continue reading
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Finding Joy in Everyday
Life is a collection of simple moments, each one holding a quiet beauty that often goes unnoticed. From the break of dawn to the stillness of night, every part of the day carries a unique charm, reminding us to slow down and appreciate the world around us. There is something magical about watching the morning Continue reading
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The Cycle of Life—A Perpetual Dance
The world awakens under a darkened sky, heavy with promise. Thunderstorms rumble in the distance, their voices deep and unrelenting—nature’s own symphony, primal and untamed. Lightning cracks through the clouds, Zeus’ bolt slicing the heavens with blinding brilliance. The air is thick with the scent of petrichor, that earthy perfume rising from the soil as Continue reading
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Whispers of a Hamlet
There’s something about rain after a long drought that feels almost unreal. As if the sky, after holding its breath for too long, finally exhales. Today, it rains—not in hurried, violent bursts, but in a steady, rhythmic downpour, like a long-forgotten lullaby. Unlike other days, today feels different. But isn’t every day different in its Continue reading
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