I Want To Show Up My Face To The Rain!


Life has moved ahead,
From just sitting by the window pane,
I want to show up my face to the rain !!
I want to feel the breeze on my wet cheeks,
I want to shiver with pleasure … the pleasure I seek!

Life has moved ahead,
From just sitting by the window pane,
I want to show up my face to the rain !!
I want to feel the dribble of the raindrops on my skin
Not as a fantasy or dream, but a moment in life,
No this is not a passing whim!

Life has moved ahead,
From just sitting by the window pane,
I want to show up my face to the rain !!

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I have been writing since I was in class five, and I have written (like many others) for myself and kept my writings hidden in the pages of my diary. After 10 years of office and family duties I finally brought the writer in me out of the closet and started sharing my writings on public forums. The first time I did so , my story was selected by Penguin Publishers and Mrs Sudha Murty and published in an anthology "Something Happened on the Way to Heaven". This encouraged me to share my works further. So here I am ...
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Geetha Paniker
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It is a wonderful feeling to feel rain and wind….Beautifully expressed.

ramakrishnan chatakondu
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When souls decide something…
…….even gods do not interfere…..
……………….sometimes they may interfere if they develop mother-like emotions towards certain souls…..
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and in your case ……with all probability …….a towel and a hair dryer…………………….

ramakrishnan chatakondu
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When souls decide something…
…….even gods do not interfere…..
……………….sometimes they may interfere if they develop mother-like emotions towards certain souls…..
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and especially you being one of these candidates …with all probability …..
………a towel and a hair dryer…………………….

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