Not So Soon! Monsoon

"Written within these walls are stories that I can't explain" Walls sincerely don't talk, they listen and maybe save memories for us for that final flashback. The era of now makes me cry in pain. I didn't dream about this, I am just living right now. I look back then in time of relief when these rains made me happy, now I don't even when they come and go. Each and every one of us shares unknowingly million memories with these monsoon winds, like those sipping cups of tea and you by side looking from the windows down to pretty as a picture beauty. I clearly remember how happy I used to be while waking up at 7 in the morning and seeing heavy rains cause I knew I don't have to go to school now or even if I had to well sorry!!! even if I was "made" to I loved splashing those puddles on my way back to home. I knew that time won't be entitled to me, yet I close my eyes and look back to all memories probably since I was eight. We all know happy past is probably just a myth, but I cherish all these ups and downs. Well, I said that too, " I want to be an adult soon" when now I clearly wish I hadn't. I have grown watching these same thunderstorms and same rainy shades being different every time they walk in the sky. I have seen these rains making me happy when i was that little boat for those streams. I have seen these rains before, now after the curiosity of "what ifs ? "Only drive me to more nowadays and ofcourse the stories of my those not so soon, monsoons too.

- Samarth Sarin 

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  1. UnknownAugust 26, 2020 at 6:12 AM

    Wahh sammy 🤡💙

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  2. UnknownAugust 26, 2020 at 6:35 AM

    So beautiful to imagine😍

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  3. AnonymousAugust 26, 2020 at 6:43 AM

    So true and pure, but I still wish to be an adult (don't mind)

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  4. ShrutiAugust 26, 2020 at 7:16 AM

    Well written 👍👍

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  5. DevanshuAugust 26, 2020 at 7:31 AM

    Nycrr bro

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  6. Tania HunjanAugust 26, 2020 at 7:52 AM

    well written🌞🌼

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  7. AnonymousAugust 26, 2020 at 8:34 AM

    Truely Awesome samarth!!💖💖💖

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  8. Gautam MahajanAugust 26, 2020 at 9:49 AM

    👍🏻👍🏻

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  9. Anmol ThakurAugust 26, 2020 at 6:11 PM

    Nice
    Mind blowing blog

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  10. KartikeyAugust 26, 2020 at 7:08 PM

    👍👍👏👏𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩😊

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  11. Deepanshi ChoudharyAugust 26, 2020 at 8:05 PM

    👀❤

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  13. AnonymousAugust 26, 2020 at 11:40 PM

    Haha..so true ��

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  14. RadhikaAugust 27, 2020 at 7:59 AM

    It's beautifully written, just fabulous ......

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  15. Nikki...August 27, 2020 at 9:54 PM

    🥰😍

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