I can't wait to start going to University. The fresh greenery gladdens my heart. I can't wait to get wet in the University in the monsoon. Oh and to see the water drip gently off the leaves into a puddle, form tiny streams and meander off somewhere. And then following those streams to see where it continues flow or does it just play a trick on you and dives into the ground?
And then the little drenched bird's plaintive cry resonating in the ears from somewhere high up; but the eyes can't pierce through the thick growth of trees.. But oh..but oh..my eyes want to see that little bird.
Then to sit at the canteen waiting for a steaming cup of coffee and hearing the steady pitter-patter of the rains on the metal sheets. Listening to that sound tells me how heavy the rain is and from there I can see the rain fall in sheets and the wind tosses it in this direction and that..Just a white hazy mist is all around then. And then the coffee arrives and the lazy steam curls up over the coffee into nothingness.
And then the little drenched bird's plaintive cry resonating in the ears from somewhere high up; but the eyes can't pierce through the thick growth of trees.. But oh..but oh..my eyes want to see that little bird.
Then to sit at the canteen waiting for a steaming cup of coffee and hearing the steady pitter-patter of the rains on the metal sheets. Listening to that sound tells me how heavy the rain is and from there I can see the rain fall in sheets and the wind tosses it in this direction and that..Just a white hazy mist is all around then. And then the coffee arrives and the lazy steam curls up over the coffee into nothingness.
