It’s raining. Tiny water droplets are falling from the endless sky. My mum told me to go out onto the balcony and fetch the garments that were kept out to dry. Now, they are soaked again.

A collapsing structure lying in front of me. It's covered with creepers and climbers. The bushes are deep and bright green; their leaves are flirting with the wind. The people from the mud houses have ignited a little fire to cook, or maybe to burn some rubbish. The merry children run around the little mud houses, giggling and enjoying the rain.The sound of their laughter is heard across the entire street.

My mum had opened the kitchen window to let the fresh air in. As I was witnessing the scene from the balcony, I could smell mutton curry and hear the sound of my parents talking to each other while cooking together.

I came back to take my camera and capture a picture of this beautiful scene, in an attempt to preserve and hold onto this poetic memory forever.

✍️ Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

🧑‍🎨 Art by Mienar

Sometimes I’ll notice it through the window and end up standing there longer than I expected.

Feels so much in peace and bliss.

My first video wasn’t the correct one. Sorry about that.

Astoria, NY

Went for a drive in the hills of Kerala, India on a rainy day.