It has been one of those rain-drenched New York days. Everything looks gloomy in a cozy kind of way...
Walking out of a meeting and into the slick rained covered street reminded me of two childhood memories.
Returning from school one day, I got caught in the rain and my notebooks got drenched to a pulp. I remember being upset and my mom trying to salvage everything she could. And then I have this vivid memory of her making little paper boats and floating them on puddles that had formed on our balcony.
And I was reminded of those little wiggly brown earthworms which you see in India when in rains.
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