Pitter-Patter of Rain
One night sleep came too late to my eyes, Rain was creating pitter-patter on the roof, water hitting the rocks, and my soul murmuring as if the water in the fountain wants to be heard, so-so my soul humming and irritating the flesh while picking the brains. It has been a hectic day, certain schedules of life do not hit the dopamine but they pass the time, and when you end your day like a busy ant, you feel happy with your routine. Subah hoti hai shaam hoti hai Zindagi yun hi tamam hoti hai Routine disturbs, and man wants to change. It may be a picnic to nearby Cafe Chill at Nalthi where friends catch up under a Gazebo and an aunty in their late early 50s serves a plate of Pakoda and Chai. The chill hits the face in winter or summer. When the heat rises tea is never replaced with cold drinks but, yes, we strip off and jump into the river nearby. This place is amazingly beautiful, and so is Bhaderwah. You travel miles, and this river will never leave yo...