2008. Lonavala. Torrential Rains. Overflowing dam. They sat on the edge. Laughing. Deliriously happy. Having found this time alone. Rimjhim Gire Saawan.. she sang. And then she slipped. Into the dam. He screamed. He cried. He fled. Today shadows often dance on the dam. On quiet nights. And the breeze hums, Rimjhim Gire Saawan..
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Rimjhim Gire Saawan...
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