It rained that day

I have written so much bad about everything around me that good times in life have started becoming delusions. My collage was very eventful barring the fact that i had no successful lady interest convert. So this is a post which has to do a lot about it.

I have smoked, drank and smoked up. So eventually I am sensitized with all kinds of intoxicating agents. Some people say Love ( I feel weird to use this word so call it xyz) is the most wonderful feelings of high. I always looked down rather look down upon people who are the champ propagandist of xyz. Till date my faith has not broken.

But cant claim that it has never been shaken

Summer is vellore are really bad. In particular, just before the sunset. Though the evening became pleasant. I was hardly alone when i used to be in academic area but that evening my friends were busy in some fest preparations.

I had just ordered my regular tea and was sipping it. The i saw a girl coming to cafeteria. I was wondering how come cafeteria was almost deserted. She also ordered tea and sat in the other corner of the cafeteria. The sun was setting and from golden it had become red. Her face wasn't visible as she was sitting between the Seting Sun and me. Its was just the silhouette i could see. Gradually i started paying more attention. Every curve the sunlight was making with her body was almost looking like a perfect stroke by an artist. I was having an intoxicating effect. Her hair wasnt staright sunligt was making it look as golden curls. The summer was making her sweat. Actually if you drink tree, you would know that when the weather is extremely hot, tea rather chaai has a wonderful effect. I seemed i was almost in trans when suddenly she came to me and shook me up.... " Kauti stop staring at me, its making me uncomfortable". It was one of my seniors. She sat next to me and we started talking.

Human beings are really talkative creatures. We can endlessly on most arbit topics which has no practical impact on our or future generations. It was really hot there and she insisted we take a walk. It suddenly became breezy and the temperature became cosy as we got out of food court. And it started raining. Trust me that moment, the smell of rain and the sudden gust of winds along with thick drops of water seemed like a perfect ambiance for xyz. My hyperactive mind ordered me to rush to the footpath shade but my legs refused. So did hers. We were dumb struck. Finally after getting completely drenched i managed to ask her to move into the shade which she promptly ignored. No one uttered a word. We gradually started walking. It was hardly one fifth of a kilometer of walk to next building which neither of us wanted to reach. After some time i felt her hand in mine and walked. It was a feeling i cant describe and trust me it was much above the sensuality part of xyz. It was raining so heavily that visibility was less than five meters. So in fact even though we were walking on open road, the most public place, it seemed only two of us in the eternity. We could hear our heartbeats ( respectively ;)) and the music of rain falling on concrete. We reached a place where she had to take a turn. That was it. She had to go. I stood there. The rain become more and more fierce and suddenly it became very noisy. Seemds the rain is literally hitting the concrete with stick. But the sound seems more like banging on wood. And i opened my eyes.

It was a dream ... Damm it.. it was a dream. It was fuking dream.. damm it

But if xyz is something like that then its definitely the best high.