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My permanent address

Nature playing the cupid

As the incessant raindrops lashed, lashed onto the thirsty land, petrichor, that musky smell, enveloped all my senses.

Ahh, there, those thin rays of sunshine, peeping through the cloud, those golden beams, creating a mystical moment, for me to behold, feasting on the spectacular spectacle.

Alas, the golden goodness, slowly, went hiding, behind those cumulonimbuses and cirruses, my heart, miserable, tearing away the moment before ecstasy, my eyelids, drooping into a slumber.

Just then, like a sudden thunderous shockwave, jetting through my spines, a few feet away from my footsteps, I saw your kohl-lined eyes, and those became my permanent address.

Thank you, Suntonu Bhadra for bringing back the habit to scribble onto a notebook using the good, old ballpoint pen!