It poured cats and dogs for an endless number of hours.Raindrops fell to the ground with no obstacle to obstruct their path,maybe their rightful place, maybe they are meant to be there and  that is how God wanted them to be.As evening announces it’s arrival all young and old go waddling to the park, trying to enjoy the after-effects of the first monsoon shower this year.They tread on those raindrops squashing the life out of them,liked and forgotten but  never truly appreciated.

There are two types of people in this world-those who tread and the trodden upon.We have to look back to see which ones we are?Being either is looked down upon in society… so either you give us another option or we be those who tread or the trodden upon.Personally I would prefer being trodden upon because even though the shock of the fact that someone was with you only to “use” you is ginormous  to handle but it fades with time as most things do but at least you’re not the one who trod upon someone they came to like, to relate to,racked with guilt.I wouldn’t  be able to handle it .

So this is the second idea/whatever and i had wanted to put it exactly this way so i wrote it first  but anyways yeah hope you have a few things to ponder upon now. :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D


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