tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45909972240361143932012-02-16T03:44:59.992-08:00splitopenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105272419104163959noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4590997224036114393.post-57475309817435438812011-08-20T10:52:00.000-07:002011-08-21T06:33:29.294-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_pug3bi="100"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xONiPObghuY/TlCqQMbkvdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qNiBJ08BzFU/s1600/rain-raindrop-roof-hill-hillstation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xONiPObghuY/TlCqQMbkvdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qNiBJ08BzFU/s320/rain-raindrop-roof-hill-hillstation.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div closure_uid_8gwj5b="123">Sky communicates with earth while it rains; that had been my first impression about rain in early childhood. Drops elude me always. So it does with farmers. Life changed over the years. Like river changes&nbsp;everything&nbsp;that comes on its path, life did the same for me. Percepitons and perspectives changed for both reasonable and unreasonable factors. In childhood rain was a luring promise for an unprecidented holiday; but as we grew older came the realisation of desparetness&nbsp;for meeting both the ends in life. </div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4590997224036114393-5747530981743543881?l=blue-splash.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>splitopenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105272419104163959noreply@blogger.com0