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Happiness is the falling of rain
Happiness is the opening of umbrella
Happiness is the raincoat
Happiness is the hot and crispy pakoras
Happiness is the leaking of tin roof
Happiness is the scent of rainy soil
Happiness is the hot mug of coffee or tea
Happiness is the laughter of my Baba
He loves rain, I love rain, we love rain.
Both directions make me want to run to their opposite sides,
So where the hell am I supposed to go?
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