The pigeons in my balcony are having guests.. so there are some 5 pigeons sitting in a small corner.. all seems to be shivering from the cold wind blows.. yet enjoying the togetherness..
My balcony gives a broad view of nearby slums.. small houses with tin roofs,
dads waiting for the sun to give break.. so that they can rush to earn their daily bread..
and there are children playing in the rain.. with no worries.. smiling when their moms come yelling at them..
I remember my days in hostel.. how we used to bunk classes.. for us a rainy day was a holiday..
sipping tea in each others room listening to songs and pulling each others leg...
Rains bring out the child in us, makes us want to splash, in puddle of life !!!
