Rain

It rained and I was trying to sleep. Wish I could have slept under the rain....maybe it would've washed it all away...Memories...One picture can make them all come back, the repressed image of her smile, the voice that sings the song, the song that I end up singing no matter what other song I am singing...I leave at 4 am tomorrow...and ride to Yelagiri..250 km away...a trip that seemed to be stillborn, but has kind of taken shape...inspite of Scam's chickenguniya...let see.

Oh and if ur reading this K below is a pic of my helmets :)