It is raining boulder shoulders, screams a man running on
the street and then continues, in the village tomorrow and laughs, and i notice
a man hearing, and realize that the man was talking to the man i notice later.
Coming out of the observations within, I notice a flower
getting rained on and on the other side of the street, more flowers getting
rained on. Wondering the electricity required to garden the flowers with a
watering unit i calculate other things required in this system of raining only
for the flowers, and wonder about this rare phenomenon, atleast for me.
Happy after the breakfast, the first call goes to my father
and i discuss the same. After the call I receive a call from a friend asking me
to join him to a travel to a mountain with fresh air after being tired of work.
Sharing my interest in picking flowers from the mountain
after a brief explanation of the watering on the flowers, i agree to join him
and get my technologies on my mind.
The recent phone I bought is not lesser than a binocular,
and the rear view mirror of my car has forgotten the way back with the
conversation with my friend.
My friend had a rose with a formal tie in hand to gift the
first lady he met in the hotel on the mountain top and the reflection on the
sunglasses I wore reminded my friend of the rain on the flowers and asked me
whether I wanted to show the lady the way the flowers were watered with the
rose. I replied that I am keen on observing the clouds since the sunrise to
understand the process, may be to make a garden watering system to sell to
people with the new idea.
Over lunch after getting back home, it was a Sunday, and, I
realized there is more to see but less to choose as the experience is a gift of
nature.
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