AR OS BAARISH (PART 1)
FALLING IN LOVE IS LIKE THE RAIN...
IT'S UNPREDICTABLE, BUT THERE'S ALWAYS SIGN BEFORE IT COMPLETELY FALLS
Yahi likha hai na??
Ki mohhabat Baarish ki Tarah hai..sach hi kaha hai.. pehle hawa chalti hai, baadal garajte hai aur phir ek ek kar boonde aake zamin ko chooti hai..
Wo bhini bhini si mitthi ki khushboo jo ehsaas deti hai na wahi naye pyaar ka ehsaas hai..
Kabhi feel kiya hai??
Jarur kiya hoga
Maine bhi kiya hai
Aur mai apse apni life ka wo kissa share karne aai hu jab Maine mohhabat ki baarish ko ishi Tarah feel kiya
Hawa bhi chali.. khushboo bhi mekhi aur pehle ek ek kar Ishq ki boonde bhi feel ki..
Thoda dramatic ho gaya na??? Chalo let's make it simple
Mai Riddhima .. aur ye meri life ka ek hissa...
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Dehradun, city of love. You ask me why? Well, let's see
A place where God resides & nature speaks.
Situated between two valleys and surrounded by awesome food along with scenic beauty & lovely people it is a place no one wants to miss.
You have nature and you have food!!
What's not to fall in love about?
And it's my home.
There's no place than this I'd rather be. It's my safe heaven. And it's the place people come for holiday. The same way he came.
So let me began from the beginning.
24th july, 2017
The local radio station;which my baba listen to while reading newspapers; announces that all the schools are closed just when I get a text from my colleagues telling due to heavy rain, the school will be closed for a couple of days.
I am happy. The work load is extreme since a week. My other colleague is on maternity leave and till they find the replacement, I have to teach her classes as well. That means double paperwork, double attendance and mostly, double the screaming.
I hate shouting on kids but it comes with the job. And unless you are not a middle class teacher, you wouldn't know how naughty the kids can get.
I needed this little break. Thank God for raining.
Though it was already declared of heavy rainfall, it's usual here. Every year, we prepare ourselves as best as we can.
I sit on the chair with my hot cup of coffee and sigh. It's pouring heavily, getting a little cold. Baba passes me his shawl and gets up to attain his phone.
"Haa bol, Chandu??" He says in his high peached voice. He thinks just because he can't hear the other person properly, it goes vice versa. Everytime I call him, I pull my phone away to prevent my eardrums.
"Ha ha, quarter khali." He says and looks at me. I nod confirming him. He then keeps the call and comes back sitting with me.
"Do mahine ke liye chahiye keh raha tha.. "
"Baba, barish ke season me kaun do mahine rukta hai?? Ye Chandu phir koi nayi problem na laa de.."
"Are bichara toh bas apna pet palne ke liye karta hai.. tu tension mat le.. mai ache se baat kar luga." Baba takes my cup which I kept on the tea table and put in the kitchen.
