hope · love

Rain drops

I wake up in the morning 

To the sound of rain drops

And I wonder where you’d be

And I wonder if it’s raining there

Wherever you are, I hope you think of me

When it’s raining there.

Excerpt from Tushar Raheja’s novel, “Anything for you ma’am!”

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