While cleaning an old drawer, I came across ₹200 hidden beneath a pile of books.
It’s like a gift from me, to me. 😀
This poem summarizes everything I feel. 🙂
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can’t do a handstand–
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said–
I’m just not the same since there’s rain in my head.
~ Shel Silverstein