opekha...

Just like me, the weather cannot make up its mind. One minute the sun smiles down, the next, the sky weeps it heart out. Maybe i like the weather here - it changes like my fickle mind. Undecided whether to be happy or sad. Excited or bored. A different mood each time. Capricious. Like me.

i wait. With trepidation. Scared and excited. Alone. And yet, not alone.