It rains from the heaven...indeed!

After a rather long gap, here comes my next blog entry. The quizzes are over but that does not make any difference to the 2 B.Tech CS community here. With the dust on many assignments still waiting to be touched, the stack is only building with push operations and no popping. And just a month remains to reach the BoS (Bottom of Stack). Let me stop lamenting on my state of existence, lest I might feel dejected in life which will obviously lead to my giving up on the idea of writing this blog. So I continue. Another spark of optimism from me for the world to see...

I am feeling very happy today. I am feeling new, I am feeling fresh. It is raining outside and it is raining joy inside. It really feels like heaven when it rains in IIT Madras. Cycling back from the CRC on such dim and green afternoon, with tiny milligrams of water kissing my face every millisecond, I found what a metaphor a lazy drizzle is of joy. And the lovely tar roads inside the campus shining like a smiling face, sporting the widest smile; such a masculine smile. The freshness of the air speaks. The same daily 5 minutes ride to the hostel was a musical experience today. There is so much romance in the air. Indeed, how can freshness not be romantic? The trees look like they have shampooed. In the rear of the hostel, as I look from the window, I see the L&T machines still working, rotating rather slowly, making a snoring noise against the backdrop music of a lazy drizzle. There is so much laziness. There is so much beauty. Indeed to be lazy is to be beautiful. The rain has cleaned the dust on "my" window panes, and light now does pass through these glass panes more brightly. Indeed it rains from the heaven...

How does a guitar feel when her strings are caressed by a mad romantic? Should feel like I am doing right now. "Ellellu sangeethave..." "There is music everywhere..."