It is cold outside. The day tenderly overcast. The fluffy, dark clouds look mournful. How I wish it rains now! I want God to be generous and benevolent, however I know when it rains, homeless folks, on the roadway and sidewalks of this huge city, shiver in cold. But I like rains, I like the feeling of getting wet. I cry at times in the godly shower because nobody can see me crying.
I don't have a reason to cry. Still I do. My comrades don't know this side of me. Most of the time, I make them laugh. In cafe's, movie halls clubs and in the office. At home and away. We joke and have fun.
In private at times on dark evenings and rainy days, I sob. I cry for my ex. Her love. She should not have left me like this in a big, bad world. Unloved and unprotected. God, that’s not fair!!!
Cheers :),
-K Himaanshu Meehirs' Shukla
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