Met by chance.
Shared one umbrella.
Hearts stayed dry.-
6 JUL AT 22:10
At times, watching the pristine rain,
I wonder if umbrellas were meant
not to keep us dry but,
to spare the rain our touch.-
23 MAR AT 22:06
On that day, Govind didn't bring his lunch. Gopika's friends told they'll go for lunch outside. So, she didn't bring lunch. Last minute, the plan got cancelled. The trio went to cafeteria to have lunch but when it was Gopika's turn, the food got empty due to heavy demand due to supplier visit. As the quantity was less, she couldn't share with her friends as well.. Govind was standing behind Gopika.
Gopika was left with no option other than eating at the nearby hotel. She came outside and looked at the scorching heat and didn't know what to do. Meanwhile, Govind came at the entrance with his umbrella. He saw Gopika waiting.
Govind: Gopika! Do u mind joining me to the restaurant ? We can take the shade of my umbrella.
Gopika: (hesitant) Thank U Sir. No worries. I'll manage.
Govind: (with a smile) Here. Take my umbrella. I'll go infront of u. You come.
Gopika: It's okay Sir. No worries. It's so hot outside. You take the umbrella. I'll manage with my shawl.
Govind: I remember you saying once that you got dehydrated upon roaming in hot sun. It's better that you take the umbrella. I insist. I'll manage with my hankie.
Gopika was surprised to hear this from Govind.
#673
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20 MAR AT 9:44
Rainy days should be spent at home with a good book and a warm cup of coffee, listening to the rhythm of the raindrops.
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16 FEB AT 1:49
The pour of the steady rain falling from the heavens.
Heavy then soft then heavy again.
My shoes schlop in a musical rhythmical fashion.
My umbrella makes me feel like ‘Mary Poppins’
Where would I go?
Maybe waft to another world. Another time. Another life.
A planet so different. Made of your favourite foods.
Then nobody would starve!
But then! This planet is made of your favourite foods.
I thank you farmers for believing in nature!
The pour of the rain giving plants and us the hydration for the body and life itself.-
16 FEB AT 0:39
Rain can't reach me.
Because I have umbrella to
Handle rain, and work on my happiness-
15 FEB AT 19:06
When it rains,
And she walks on the road
Wearing a black gown;
We, the poets -
Fall into her charm.
Under the umbrella,
Her face reveals the beauty -
That an artist loves to paint
on a canvas.
"She" is an art.
"She" is poetry.
A symbol of
"Elegance amidst adversity".-