She stands at one end of the terrace and I on the other, both of us waiting for the monsoons to set.
She's least bothered about me but i notice her.
She keeps looking beyond the horizon, leaving me clueless of what she looks at.
She lives her day one by one, while I work the whole day, planning ahead, organizing and losing sleep.
As it drizzles, acknowledging our commonness, we enjoy it.
As I stand getting wet, she spreads her wings and flies past me.
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