When I woke up, I could even feel wet in my heart.
Suddenly I did't want to go to work.
In those days, I lived alone. sometimes felt lonely but I was ok, worked hard and adjusted myself by solving knotty problems one by one. However the rain let me lose my composure. no wonder it was my first experience of monsoon.
I remembered Gandhi Ji somehow, I believed he can help me keeping my balance. There's one suitable place.
So I gave up to go work, and headed to Gandhi Smriti instead.
Gandhi Smriti, former Birla hosue, was a memorial museum of Gandhi Ji now. We can follow his last footprints in there.
Agra - Mathura - Noida - Varanasi
Hanuman was there, cow was there.
Monsoon was there.
God was there, people was there.
My job was there, my home was there.
Everything was there.
Even my youth, my immature and my passion was there.
It was noida where I was before.
I leaved all in there. And I'll always feel at home.