siddharth singh. - Sunday

When a cloudy sunday entices you with it's invitation.
When the clouds wait for a trigger to pour their hearts down.
When the dry land lusts for the first drops of rain
to seep inside it and quench it's thirst.
When the clouds shelter the sun
from dawn till dusk.
When a cool breeze blows across your face,
and the weather is free from searing heat.
That's when the time is right to hit the road on your wheels! ! !

siddharth singh.

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