Posted on 02 March 2012 by Tea Server
Posted on 22 February 2012 by Tea Server
By the look of it; my life still hovers around the realm I once lived in. The site of flowers, butterflies, eye catching rainbow colors or rain all remains but it all messes up once you get a blow that moves your periphery upside down. They have instilled in my mind; no life is without itching your brain or seeing your heart melting down under pinching sun rays. Whatever it says; it is not always in your control; insane one fights; brave ones surrender. It is then you realize who you are? But who are they to define who are you?


Posted on 20 February 2012 by Tea Server
And listen to this rain
or if the rain has stopped
listen to the drips
and if even the drips and drops have stopped when you come back
you can just sit and listen to the wet.
That’s what I would do.
- Anon
For me, the most comforting smell in the world is the aroma of rain. It is the scent of wet earth to be precise. It is a smell that intoxicates me. It calms me. It soothes me. It lets me know; the world is a better place than it seems to be.
Most people prefer sunny days and associate them with happiness. I celebrate the rain. While sunny days represent zest and energy, while they bring everything into sharp focus; rain blurs the lines.
In my mind, rainy and overcast days are a projection of all that is not going on in my head. They are calm, lazy and free of turmoil. Overcast days have a way of making me feel like, for once time is standing still. That I can stop and take the time to breathe.
As a little girl, I had an over active imagination, that did not put me on very good terms with the dark. My fear of the “monster under my bed” was all-consuming. The only times I remember sleeping peacefully was during thunder storms. Ironic, I know. Thunder and lightning were my protectors who fought valiantly against “evil”. I would feel the safest when the storm would be the loudest.
Even now when I look outside my window and see the raindrops fall. Hear the pitter patter of the rain. It brings a smile to my face. It makes me want to dance a little jig. I can’t smell the rain, but I know it will always be there. And that is enough to make me feel at peace with the world.
Even if it’s for, a brief moment in time.
Posted on 20 February 2012 by Tea Server
It was raining, it had been constantly pouring since the last three days. She had been stuck in her apartment since then as the mere thought of heavy rain used to infuriate her. She stared out of the window, the gloomy weather did not match her style at all. She was the kind of woman [...]