Rain.

Her breath is heavy, her aura moist. Time is still and Earth realm is waiting. 

The sky is pregnant. It seems Rain shall be a troublesome child.

The Boston Cupcakery

A secret outing on a monsoon night. We caught a rick and zoomed in the opposite direction. The traffic saw us passing by without a pause, but we weren't in a hurry. The roads were sopped, the lights shone off them, the rains hit the glass, the maps took us through little lanes. Finally, clutching onto wet umbrellas, we reached a humble, cozy little bakery - The Boston Cupcakery. And then THIS happened.

 Here's a little secret though: I had the best little cup of coffee I've ever tasted. Like a secret never meant to be shared, I sipped like a happy child, in silence and glee. I was happy my best friend brought me here. — with Shriya Shenoy at The Boston Cupcakery.