By
Oonib Azam Posted On
Tuesday, 22 Nov 2011 . Under
Drama

That day was my last practical. I was pretty excited; every thing was fine and calm. But suddenly it started to rain. It started with tiny droplets, then actual, genuine and real rain, tapping on the windows, dripping from the trees, falling in puddles of the rain's own making, splashing about freely. Only the rain can play in itself without concern for getting wet, and it was playing well that
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