A window, A drink and a Book.

Its rainy days here in India. And i love em. From that muddy moist fragrance in the air, the reflection in the puddles, the little kids splashing water by the side of the street, the rainbows, the raindrops  laying still on the leaves of trees after a long heavy shower, the droplets sliding across the surface of the umbrella and finally joining the other millions of droplets on the ground to the pakoras, i love every bit of the rainy days. Especially the days when you can just have that one hour to yourself, by the windowsill, with that amazing drink and a good novel. Those are the days you think about when you're incredibly busy and want a break from life. The days that you envy, that you miss, that you remember, that bring a peaceful smile to your face. The aroma of the drink entering your nostrils and bringing a whole new freshness in your body and mind. Yes i'm talking about the one and only star- Coffee. You drink it when you're free, when you're busy, when you're sleepy and when you aren't, late at night, early in the morning, when you're chilling with a couple of old friends catching up, almost any time of the day.