bombay rain

Every year around this time, I start marvelling about the rain and how beautiful it is. Then when I walk out on bombay streets, I remember an image. a poem. an old one nevertheless. many of you might have read this..but well… I don’t know if it ever ends…

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'I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity' -Poe
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