Brevity, Quill

TO MY NOT SO FAVOURITE SEASON

While the Instagram stories are filled with boomerangs of rain descending down from he heaven above, and the rain lovers are oohing ahhaing about how much they love rain. I find it cringeworthy to love rain. like ew, no. It’s humid. It’s always raining, you can’t go out. It’s always wet. And the cars on the road never fail to splash mud on me, Thanks to the famous Indian puddles. My skin wages another war with acne, which the acne always win with the breakout, and my hair, let’s not get into this. And I don’t know why but rains are always synonymous to lovers, heartbreaks and this definitely turns the knife in the wound (my imaginary lover are you listening? ). I detest rains and the emotions involved with it. FOR ME IT WILL ALWAYS BE A SEASON OF GLOOM, UNCONTRALLABLE SWEAT AND HUMID. AND ALSO CHAI PAKORA ( the only reason they become a little tolerable)

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