Dancing on the wet mud,
Laughing altogether,
Completely soaked in the rain,
After forgetting all those miseries,
With them beside me.
But now,
Sitting in the dark,
Covered in blankets,
Watching the birds shiver,
Flinching at each thunder strike,
I wonder,
Have I grown older? Or weaker?
Each time when it rains, Pillu sits near the window, looks at the children who are playing even under the rain. This was her past, when she had so many friends to play with, but now, she sits alone, and watches the others playing happily. She has no more desire to enjoy the nature.
Has she grown up?
