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The sound of drizzle on the rooftops brings back memories. Memories of the years that leave a few tears beneath your eyes. Sometimes it is astonishing when you realize how quickly time flies. It takes you on a roller coaster ride over the sharp edges of life. Along the way you experience precious moments that make you appreciate life. Some moments of laughter, some moments of tears and some spent in melancholic thoughts. These moments often transform into memories. Memories of the times you spent, the faces you saw and the battles you fought. When you hear the sound of raindrops drizzling on the rooftop. Sometimes it brings back memories. Memories of those years that often leave a few tears behind. After all, what are we without these memories? Mere mortals made of space dust and mundane miseries. We go through life, dealing with both loss and gain. All those transactions can't be repeated, but the memories will always remain. So rain, fall harder tonight and bring back those memories. Memories of the moments that provide us an escape from a life of mundane miseries.
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Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 10:51 AM UTC
Raining memories
The sound of drizzle on the rooftops brings back memories. Memories of the years that leave a few tears beneath your eyes. Sometimes it is astonishing when you realize how quickly time flies. It takes you on a roller coaster ride over the sharp edges of life. Along the way you experience precious moments that make you appreciate life. Some moments of laughter, some moments of tears and some spent in melancholic thoughts. These moments often transform into memories. Memories of the times you spent, the faces you saw and the battles you fought. When you hear the sound of raindrops drizzling on the rooftop. Sometimes it brings back memories. Memories of those years that often leave a few tears behind. After all, what are we without these memories? Mere mortals made of space dust and mundane miseries. We go through life, dealing with both loss and gain. All those transactions can't be repeated, but the memories will always remain. So rain, fall harder tonight and bring back those memories. Memories of the moments that provide us an escape from a life of mundane miseries.
Just something I thought of in a fly. I hope you like it. As usual, I leave it open to your interpretations. It is pretty simple and straightforward anyway. Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2020. All Rights Reserved.
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Sengupta_Tanay
32/M/India
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 10:51 AM UTC
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