It's a beautiful day.

I was feeling hungry and thought to have a ‘Chai Paratha’ from ‘Pathaan ka Dhaaba’ and to my surprise, I found the streets wet and a fresh aroma in the breeze. Suddenly everything became beautiful and aptly fitting in the rhythm. Little kids deliberately walking on the water spots making sure to spill it out with hard punching steps. Lilt of birds, annoying dew drops were replaced by the beautiful rain drops on the windshields. I felt my sense of aesthetics suddenly developed, colorful clouds were running high, smiling as it seemed, being naughty and annoying for the poor sun and not letting it show its face today, only the glints. It looked like a team that knows they have won the day and now it’s only enjoying the frustration of its opponent. And then sitting on a broken chair right besides the road having a tea in a stainy cup. Can a life become more beautiful?