Rain is infact as diligent as life. No matter the one in it is happy or sad, having fun or serious and is free or urgent for a deadline; it is going to be the way it is and rain away all the lot that it has to. Though it is true that it is never over until you really give up. But when you are not really passionate to begin with, you can't keep going. Today there was 20 min left, I repented on how I should have had gone back to the real place I had to but on the other hand I went to the place which may not be open at all. Then yet again I walked with navigation and wet bag and clothes. The umbrella which swing and swept rain from all direction. Puddles all over which soaked in my socks, hair all wet and messy, the Rocky muddy pebbles earthen way. I didn't want to give in but after reaching that place where it has to be and neither could I carry myself on to move any further. Things they say how they get when they are at the end of the cliff, but that cliff always doesn't come at the end of the moment. It is you who brought it to happen. I paused looked around 4 buses and I could complete my work and everything would have been fruitful but that again made me miss home, the possibility of the situation made me lazier. Whatever be it mother comforted this disturbed soul. But as always more than expressing my situation with words I end up tearing though that is not how I feel. All the situation I am in are misleading. It's raining and every drop feels like it's testing my nerves. I hate the continuous unrhythmic sound of splashes.
The title translates to Slowly, Gently and Deeply which is supposedly the meaning of the peony flower.
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