Its a humid day, sweat trickles down my spine and my temples. I wait for it to happen. I have been on the waiting for many impatient days, many uncountable hours. Why doesnt the sky open and shower down to the cracked earth?
I have learnt to live with the same uneasiness. I forget about it.
And then it happens...the drops trickle down from what seems like a sky located millions of light years away.. For the next few long minutes the drizzle caresses the things on earth like a masseur, after that the monsoon gathers momentum, force, and a boldness... Monsoon splashes like she was bewitched...
My inspiration to create art is as natural as the nature can be - Raw, virgin, bold, mild, shocking and moving...
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Feel free to tell me whats on your mind,