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When it Rains


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I think I will like rain more if I sit in the balcony and drink cups of coffee, if I read books, if I write. I hate getting into muddy puddles and I hate the mud on my feet. I hate feeling cold when I am drenched in rain.

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I think I will like you more if we go to the movies, if we go out on romantic dates to watch desi plays, if we have intellectual debates on why my brain is weird. I think I will like you more if I see you from a vantage point; being close to you is scary. I hate it when I feel cold after loud, messy fights. I hate it when I fight with you about who manages which chores.

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I stepped out in the rain today. I can’t always avoid it. My feet were muddy. I was feeling cold. But the thought of the balcony and cups of coffee kept me warm.

**I wrote this last monsoon or in 2018. I don't remember clearly. But I wanted to record the thought here.

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