June 16, 2009
Well we have lot more good things to talk..jaise???arey rains..look it had started raining...that garam summer is on the verge to leave...dark clouds coming arond..also lovely breeze with smell of mitti...also keechad[yucky] n keedas...but still i love rains...i love d garam steaming cup of adrak wali chai accompanied by drizzle...and how cud i forget bhutta{corn/maize}...when it is garam garam roasted on fire n served hot with dash of lemon....yummy.... i love to run and drench myself when its raining..feeling the shiver..is like when rain is here every thing around you feels beautiful...arey..how cud i forgot garam samosas..looking outside through windows...and doing gup-shap with friends...welcome rains..its so good to have you...
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As the shower stopped, towel rubbed off the droplets over the skin, the door opened & the sweat came in. The body was embraced, covered in humid warmth. Few steps outside, legs were greeted with mud that were made sloppy by the rains as feet flip flopped & flew behind them leaving traces of mud over the clothes. They stopped near the shack that sheltered many a tea lovers under the dark clouds who had partially boiled mashed potatoes layered beneath whiteflour fried in filthy reused oil. And then the potatoes had them for a week & this became chronic for a year. And when it was time to recover from the usual chores of life, the rains came in again & the fried potatoes in filthy reused oil relapsed the chronic attack. And this kept the majority in utter turbulence which created stress that led to health issues which led to a worrysome crowd that ran the nation. And when the nation became troubled with ignorance they sought distractions in lieu of positivity to cover their early morning sanitory horrors. These horrors out of constipation led to the self proclaimed theme of the nation Saare Jahaan se achaa from mashed potatoes fried in filthy oil that were kaccha, which bore the left over human faeces of the handler who cut & mashed them with their bare hands, a pair that had collaborated to wipe off the left overs of other mundane pieces stuck under his mind, troubled by the problem of irregular supply of water in the pipeline & use of muddy water to wipe his behind. Thus the rains caused severe panic to the dirty mind, all because of the 'keechar' & 'keedas' behind.
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