It has been raining since evening. Days like these remind me of a time when it was easy to slip out of the room and stand in the rain. Feel the drops trailing down my face.

It was all so new back then. Each feeling was a delight, something to be taken as gift. Each moment to be cherished.

As we have aged somewhere we have become jaded. Now each feeling is weighed. Each thought measured. When did we lose the innocence? When did we start thinking more from our brains?

As each day goes by I am drawn to the past where I was more carefree. The pressures of day to day has turned us into mechanized version of the person we had imagined ourselves to be. Why mechanized, because we have lost the need to let go. Lost the passion somewhere in the race.