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First Rain: Year 2023

Summer rains have a special place in my life. They show us that no matter how things get heated, one rainy cloud is good enough to cool things down. And obviously, for few moments, every human becomes still, in this fast paced world.

Have you observed how fast life has become? Or maybe I belong to the age group where I can feel this. Youngsters don't feel it, old folks don't care, middle age people don't have time to observe due to various responsibilities. But my age group, the millennials, I think we see the world in different perspective. Somehow life has become a rapidfire multiple choice quiz. You gotta keep selecting one thing after another, you just must, else you might become irrelevant in society.

But then I ask myself sometimes, is this how I imagined my adulthood. Ofcourse many of the things from my 'Someday' list are there, but something is still missing. And I can't point it out. It's like I'm driving at high speeds, taking timely brakes, the car is good, the company is fine, I'll probably even reach earlier than expected. But as I'm on highway, my sole focus is on driving safe and steady. I can't look at the scenary anymore. 

And then on a fine evening a thunderstorm rain happens, steals the electricity and wifi, just takes away all the distractions, forces us to look away from every day stuff. Makes us watch the lightning sky, delights us with those cool but strong winds, and gives us a moment to reflect. Sometimes a much needed moment.

Just this very moment, we let everything go, to absorb the beautiful uncertainty of life.  

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