You know, Shri... Just a moment ago,
I was waiting for your message—
and then came this keen desire-
to hear the sound of your voice.

Meanwhile, it was drizzling outside.
I was overwhelmed by your thoughts...

So, I stepped out for a while.

The weather was pretty—cold and quiet.
I felt the rain fall over me, soft and cool,
tiny drops dancing across my skin.

Then, my eyes fell on a small pit,
filled with tiny droplets—
I dipped my foot into it,
and the sensation-
a language my skin couldn't translate.


It felt so nice—
those tiny drops over me...
They reminded me of you