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After the immense rain in the morning at 4 a.m., we were discussing the morning of tomorrow, about the future rain which maybe awaiting to wake us again in the early morning. //continue in caption// (continue) "Mom, will there be rain tomorrow???", i said nonchalantly. "It's been a lot today!!!", i added with a nod of sorry. "Dad, pass me a roti." Passing the bread he said," What will happen if the rain started today only!!! We will need to move our washing machine immediately!" And all laughed. From the sofa, mom just beside me whispered,"Is that a quake, nah it's just an illusion." And at the very next moment she shouted," It's an EARTHQUAKE!!! RUN!!! RUN TO THE GROUND STRAIGHT!!!" Alar

After the immense rain in the morning at 4 a.m., we were discussing the morning of tomorrow, about the future rain which maybe awaiting to wake us again in the early morning. //continue in caption// (continue) "Mom, will there be rain tomorrow???", i said nonchalantly. "It's been a lot today!!!", i added with a nod of sorry. "Dad, pass me a roti." Passing the bread he said," What will happen if the rain started today only!!! We will need to move our washing machine immediately!" And all laughed. From the sofa, mom just beside me whispered,"Is that a quake, nah it's just an illusion." And at the very next moment she shouted," It's an EARTHQUAKE!!! RUN!!! RUN TO THE GROUND STRAIGHT!!!" Alar

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●Human Spectrum● Drip... drip... tick... tick... the drops of water were sonorously striking the metal roof making the ringing sound in the atmosphere and his soul too. He was there, enjoying the beautiful scenario of rain, his favorite one. Though he was watching the rain with joy, there persisted a curiosity of watching the rainbow, the spectrum of colours. (continue in caption) Nimit was a curious child, he wasn't that good intellectual but was emotionally strong, or rather it was what one can observe, the truth was the exactly the mirror, all upsidedown. One can say he was strong because even after being teased and bullied, he never cried in public, if he "cried" he won't be considered as a "man". He "never" cried, still his identity was lost as a "man" noone accepted him. He always ran behind "his" identity of so-called Man. But as said running on the wrong path can take you nowhere. Slowly, he started to isolate himself from the society and his true "identity". He was truly lost now. With no path to walk on, he was steadily observing the falling drops of time and taunts, bullies, cuss words; and just like rain water they all stayed stagnant for sometime and than drained off, out through the second ear. To add to his sorrow, his father died and family slowly drained to poverty. Further that year a drought in his life changed to real one. He was miserable, to say the least. And just when the dark clouds of sadness were covering his soul, they rained, they rained and Drip... drip... tick... tick... sound was heard. With no reason, he smiled, smiled first time after the emotional and economical droughts, he smiled again. It was due to a realisation of the mysteries which ate his soul all those years. It was as if he got a solution,after observing the rainbow, the spectrum of colours, he realized the spectrum of human. Now, all the dark cloud had cleared. All his soul was now infront of the light, of truth, of nature. He nolonger persuied his fake identity of "man", he accepted himself as the way he was, on the path on which he was meant to be walked, on his own unique path. Now, the clouds rained everyday, he was watching his favourite rainbow everyday, in which the colours were humans, each one unique, each one important to make the life colourful. He started to respect the nature in its true form.

●Human Spectrum● Drip... drip... tick... tick... the drops of water were sonorously striking the metal roof making the ringing sound in the atmosphere and his soul too. He was there, enjoying the beautiful scenario of rain, his favorite one. Though he was watching the rain with joy, there persisted a curiosity of watching the rainbow, the spectrum of colours. (continue in caption) Nimit was a curious child, he wasn't that good intellectual but was emotionally strong, or rather it was what one can observe, the truth was the exactly the mirror, all upsidedown. One can say he was strong because even after being teased and bullied, he never cried in public, if he "cried" he won't be considered as a "man". He "never" cried, still his identity was lost as a "man" noone accepted him. He always ran behind "his" identity of so-called Man. But as said running on the wrong path can take you nowhere. Slowly, he started to isolate himself from the society and his true "identity". He was truly lost now. With no path to walk on, he was steadily observing the falling drops of time and taunts, bullies, cuss words; and just like rain water they all stayed stagnant for sometime and than drained off, out through the second ear. To add to his sorrow, his father died and family slowly drained to poverty. Further that year a drought in his life changed to real one. He was miserable, to say the least. And just when the dark clouds of sadness were covering his soul, they rained, they rained and Drip... drip... tick... tick... sound was heard. With no reason, he smiled, smiled first time after the emotional and economical droughts, he smiled again. It was due to a realisation of the mysteries which ate his soul all those years. It was as if he got a solution,after observing the rainbow, the spectrum of colours, he realized the spectrum of human. Now, all the dark cloud had cleared. All his soul was now infront of the light, of truth, of nature. He nolonger persuied his fake identity of "man", he accepted himself as the way he was, on the path on which he was meant to be walked, on his own unique path. Now, the clouds rained everyday, he was watching his favourite rainbow everyday, in which the colours were humans, each one unique, each one important to make the life colourful. He started to respect the nature in its true form.