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I woke up from my dream shivering and my body in kind of a spasm. In the dream, I was on a snow covered mountain peak with my sister and another person I do not remember. My sister was frantically digging into the snow to hide our rings; I very vividly recollect one of them was the tiny emerald stone ring I wear on my little finger. We were hiding the rings from Voldemort. Yes! The Dark Lord himself. He was coming for us. That’s when I woke up shivering as if I was in the Himalayas.

Although I had woken up my body was still on the snow covered mountain and wouldn’t stop trembling. I had to tell myself loudly that Voldemort is dead and I am safe and warm in my house, in my bed. After sometime the trembling stopped and I drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Something tells me I am missing magic and fighting the evil.

I always fancied that some man write poetry for me. Not a poetry but somebody wrote an ad copy for me. Saw it yesterday in HT Cafe

"My middle has started whispering my age.
But the little voices inside my head are screaming.
Telling me, run.
Leave lethargy far behind.
...


Beep Beep! Red Alert! Beep Beep!

Loving it

It is raining as if it is the beginning of monsoon. I was about to get out of the house when it started raining. So I thought I will wait it out, but after about 15 minutes and no sign of the rain stopping, armed with my legendary, green umbrella I ventured out into the pouring rain. After all the adventure in finding a rick, sharing it with 2 other girls, and paying more than I should have reached office 9 minutes late. I shouldn’t forget to add that I am wearing white today. So I had very good reason to avoid the rain, but as I am now coming to acknowledge Nature is quite devious when it comes to playing pranks with pretty women in white.

But no matter white clothes turning brown, mud in my toenails, reaching late to meetings, getting wet from head to toe and then freezing in the office, I love rains. And as I do not go by the name Dim or Rascal, I do not wear socks, and since I do not wear socks they don’t get wet in rains, and I don’t have to go around with soggy socks on. But soggy socks or not I would and still love rain.

With the AC turned off and the window open, I am sitting by the window watching the rain and the trees. Not a single soul around. They seem to have abandoned the office.

This is bliss! Nice to occupy the window seat.