Chhapak...hey what’s that...chhapk chhapak...look again this time it on my cheek...and its a real one...chhapak...ek boond barish ki,nahin do,nahin teen...sharrraakkhhzzzsshh...lightenning there....gharrraddddd .d .d .d ...tipper tapper—pittar pittar—dhooom—pshhhh---shaarrrakksszz---tip tip tip tip tip tip tiptipppppp...some aroma there...wet earth...giving out its fragrant blessings...blue is the colour of the mountains—blue is the colour of rains chhapak —blue is the colour of monsoons chhapak chhapk...we are waiting for you...O blue rains...chhapak chhapak chhapak...You ve reached God’s own country...pittaer patter...close to Neel Giri Hills...tip tip tip...Shivaliks and the Indo-Ganjetic plains are waiting for you to make me WET, WILD, and above all a CHILD. Will make a paper boat and eat crispy pakoras with tea when you visit us. Chhapak chhapak chhapak,k,,k,k,k,kk..kk.!!!
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