Rainy days and Mondays

Rainy days, something about them makes you feel nostalgic and long for things gone by. Still remember a particularly entertaining, albeit stressful, drive to the airport in Bangalore in the rain where my dad was dropping me and my sister's in-laws for a flight. We were caught in the most awful jam (much like I am today) and my dad was telling us not to stress, he would get us there. We were too amused to tell him that he was the one looking most stressed (possibly because I was whinging every two seconds about "papaaaaa I need to go to the loo! Oh why did I drink so much water before leaving the house!"). He got us there in the nick of time! Strange how anything can really trigger off memories. Miss you rainy days and Mondays and everything in between x


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