it was raining continuously yesterday.rain always reminds me my childhood.when i was in my school, i used to pack my raincoat in my schoolbag, and paddle my ladybird in the rains. that was the golden era of my life.still now it rains, but i cant act like that now. after all i am a grown up girl now.

testerday i was visiting sangita's blog site which is made in rediff. but there was no post at all. this girl will never change.she cant write or talk much about herself. she feels it silly to write about oneself in the net."what is its benefits?" she asks me.she is like that. in her office too, she speaks cery less. that doesn't mean she can't talk. when we sit together (me and she),we spend hours just gossiping.

yesterday she was enjoying the rain with coffee, pakodas, and a detective novel (written by satyajit ray), suddenly i went to her room and asked her to get out of her room. "lets go to the terrace," i said, "it will be great." but she was sangita. "no,the rain water causes allergy. sit here naa." how boring.

then she started to tell me astory. it was about angels. tell me guys, do you believe in angels? i dont. but the she told me was nice.

next time i'll tell you that story.