It rained. It rained again. It rained at odd time again, just when I had put away all my sweaters and jackets away and had said Hi to summers. But then it rained and I loved it.
I was standing in my balcony and I saw a bird flying high in the sky. It was alone. It was enjoying.
It was raining, the bird was lonely but it seemed to enjoy the oddity of nature (raining when it should not) and oddity of human nature (lonely in the crowd).
People find it odd to be happy when they are alone. I love it. I like to think about so many things. I like dreaming. I like dreaming about so many things. Actions are manifestations of rigid thoughts. Solitude helps me to have that rigidity of thoughts. Thoughts of life, thoughts of some special moments, thoughts of what I am doing in life...thoughts of people of my inner circle and how I can make life a little easy for them.
I guess that was what that bird was doing up there...wetting itself in the rains...wanting to be with someone and yet enjoying the solitude.....that amazing feeling !