I miss flowing water. The sound of a gushing waterfall or crashing waves, the mildly blowing salty or fresh winds is what I miss the most about home. But somewhere, in some happy garden, there are such makeshift waterfalls in Pune. How I wish I could hear the sound of water, but not falling rain… For someone who loves spinning tales, I don’t find the pitter platter romantic in the least.
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