The other side

Its been a while since i have blogged so i guess its the tome to begin a new era of blogging. Lols there is not gonna be a much of change in it...pretty much the same but with loads of facts and the blizz for others.

The three of them ran helter skelter in search of refuge from this tormenting rain. The clouds grew grey ,the peacocks grew colourful, and the three of us running in search of the nearest "dry " place. The wind grew strong, the rains dropped harder and the road became a stream.The rain wasnt expected anywhere sooner according to the unpredictable meteorologists. finally, the three thick friends found a shelter to save themselves from the never ending rain. The place was a bilapilated old college building. The three of them dried themselves using their wet napkins. The rains began growing stronger as the drops acted as slabs of opaque water falling mercilessly due to an endless fight in the skies. Shyam sighed and sat down in the steps dejected, cursing the rain. Rahul was busy making his wet-burnt phone work. while Vishal maintained solitude. The echo of the rains lingered and was broken by Vishal's loquacity. Rahul kept cursing the rain and while Shyam kept nudging him to stop. Vishal kept talking about the rain , how heavily its raining and how beautiful sounds it must be making. Noone ever payed any attention to each other. The rain began to abate and the opaqueness of the drops began to lessen and there in the far end stood a peacock with it full feather flocked up dancing to the nature's tune. Vishal grew anxious and ebullient and screamed in excitement as he saw this happening,Shyam saw the beautiful angel and began acclaiming the nature's beauty. Rahul heard the call of the peacock and began estimating it dancing tunes and enjoyed her hoarse voice....Shyam and Vishal got off the shelter and ran towards the peacock ,but the legend took off as it saw them approaching her at full speed. While Rahul stayed back. The dejected friends just smiled at the pesky bird and walked off to Rahul....

meanwhile one of the other 2 friends saw the three best friends and commented" saala, what a piece of shit they are, running after a peacock after all??" and knuckled....while another replied "Dude, they are special!!" the former countered" u supporting them kutta??" the latter knuckled"yeah"...the former fumed with rage and siad : u wanna be those bunch of loosers who call the peacocks crow sweet??" "yeah , it is sweet for those who doesnt hear it"," its an angel for those who doesnt see it" and " its a boon for us to keep listening to us without objecting to us".........." so u mean that they are physically handicapped??", "NO!!...they are just differently abled with different special gifts"