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Pitter-Patter Joy 🌬️☁️☔πŸͺŸ

The scenery of home during monsoon
Is like putting flavours for the first time
In a new dish. 
Important,
Confused, 
An Adventure of a lifetime memory. 

The plants aren't easy to look after, 
Like murky dust on the windows πŸͺŸ 
That wet doormat on the balcony during rain ☔ 
The last decor piece on the first wall hanging craft from the kindergarten.

Earlier, it was the aromatic new books at school,
Now, it's the cool advertisement of unpleasant crocs, 
The payment slip of new job,
To savour the delicious noodles. 
The latest exercise at gym,
And the muscles sore it brings,
With loads of serotonin.
The failure expressing gratitude in a new mail,
And may be being selected for the interview at favourite institute.
The pungent smell of the last burnt photograph,
And the fresh journal diary with generous characters. 

What is easy then?
The running feet to grab the clothes hanging πŸ‘š
The drenched feet playfully dancing 🌊
The relief of petrichor,
The rain settling the dust in the form of pinterest board- detailed artwork,
The fresh cup of chamomile tea with honey ☕.



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  1. Beautiful poetic musing.
    It captures the nostalgia, growth, and the quiet chaos of adulthood.

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    1. You poured more lovely emotions ☔✨. Thank you for being My Sejal πŸ’–πŸŒΈ

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  2. You have really penned well all the emotions ❤️

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    1. Thank you so much for such twinkling compliment. May God bless you with miracles ✨

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  3. You're not just a writer infact you're an artist. You paint a picture, a storyteller πŸ₯Ή

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    1. My favourite hooman πŸ’–, kindest person 🩡You never fail to make me cry for having you in my life. Always appreciating, always applauding πŸ‰✨

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  5. Reading this felt like sitting by the window with rain outside and old memories inside. You turn everyday chaos into something warm and comforting, just like that cup of chamomile tea at the end. Beautiful words, Munazza- Messy but beautiful 🌧️πŸ’› ,that tells to find warmth in small things ✨

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    1. I'll always cherish the words of admiration and love you hold for me. You take your important time for my words, and adorn it with your beautiful compliments. You're a lovely person, with the most beautiful heart🌸✨. Thank you for everything ❤️

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