The slow rhythmic pitter-patter against the windowpanes
Clear water droplets trickle down, leaving shimmering traces of diamantes
And here I am, locked in a stuffy cubicle,
Frantically typing the same old rubbish
While the view outside invites
Asking me to leave everything and run
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Written for Twittering Tale #95 – Raindrops on Glass – 31 July 2018
Photo by markusspiske at Pixabay.com
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Awesome tale! I can relate. This is me! Stuck in a cubicle, typing the same old rubbish (I love that line) so true! Well done Piyali!
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Thank you, Kat :). The prompt picture instantly spoke to me this time. It was beautiful.
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I love it when that happens. 😉
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Yes. Me too 🙂
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It’s beautifully penned! So true and relatable!❤️
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Ah yes. We all can relate to this kind of a scenario, right? The same mundane routine while so much beauty is unraveling outside
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Ikr! Totally real!
Thank God I don’t work anymore! 😉
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🤗👌👏
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Just run then, you only live once.
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Haha good to see you on my page again, Anurag. Thank you for the read 😊
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