ootd: it may rain
There is something magical about the first drop of rain after months and months of excruciating Indian summer. For as long as I can remember, I have been enamored with it and at the first hint of its arrival, I find my insides begging me to run, to run as fast as I can, till I reach a vantage point, where I can soak it all in.
Within minutes of sighting the first set of lightnings, I've quickly reached a meadow, under a sky that promises to swallow the earth, the irrefutable charm of petrichor engulfing my senses, a gush of wind blowing through my hair, drops of rain caressing my skin, slowly reaching my finger-tips.
Of all the seasons, I think monsoon is truly one for the senses and it can get you in touch with what it means to be truly alive.