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My Sunday got a new name – Rahagiriday
Have you ever danced in the middle of a busy city road, in front of more than 100 spectators, to lyrics you don’t even understand, and still enjoy every bit of it? Have you ever ran downhill holding hands with your children, singing songs and letting the breeze gently blow your hair and your worries away (again in the middle of the busy city road)? Have you ever seen a middle aged lady, dressed conservatively in a sari, sway her hips to the choreography of a 20 year old boy, again in the middle of the road? Have you played cricket and roller skating and kite flying in the middle of the road, all on…
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Walking in the Rain
There are days when I want to break down When being strong is not an option found When tears want to flow and sobs like to be heard When I want to curl up inside a blanket and shut out the cruel world But something stops me from breaking free From showing to the world how fragile I can be From crying out loud, lest someone might hear me On days like these, I take out my walking shoes Plug in some music and set out into the streets The sound of the music inside my head Drowns the last few barriers dead The breeze whistles past…