Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Salad



Slipping in the puddle on my way home,
I smiled, stood still, watched the imaginary tadpoles rush away from my sandals.
The rain smelt crunchy that day, but very unlike refrigeration.
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  1. The AtomMarch 27, 2012 at 11:42 PM

    i likes!! :) strangely right in the middle of summer it feels like monsoon!!

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