The monsoon never break her seasonal visit! The muddy roads to my home, the overflowing pond in my courtyard, those tiny insects playing hide and seek and the wayward July rain quarreling on the tin roof of my house, everything drag me mercilessly into a moment of that last exchange! In every Monsoon, in every July, I counted for my lucky day, whispering on my prayers of decade old, anticipating another sudden visit, just happened in that gone July! Unlike the monsoon, unlike the July rain, you disrupted the seasonal flow and never to return!
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