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COLD FINGERS OF RAIN

Rains bring in a lot of lovely memories. It's been drizzling and raining here; beautiful. And as far as I go, clicking rare rain moments are a part of me ever since I got my camera.






fruit-vendor lady who I clicked and suddenly got conscious.



Some shots from my balcony here.... Rain should come everyday.





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