Vintage songs,rainy nights and nostalgia.

Vintage songs,rainy nights and nostalgia.

Rainy nights and vintage music fells like spellbound wonder. It is a dream woven in reality. A delicate drumroll of droplets on nature's stage, leaves swayed in rhythm, caught in the winds gentle embrace. Soft old breeze through half-opened window caressing your cheek, a lonely streetlamp flickering-it's glow rippling  through sheets of rain. It is as close to perfection as the colours in butterfly wings are,picture- perfect!  no edits needed. All of this becomes perfect for revisiting the roads we have long left behind.

Grab a coffee, play a song( a vintage one!) little louder than usual. Let the beat of the song dance with the  sound of the rain and thunder. Smell the wet soil and suddenly-you are not here anymore- you have slipped into the arms of nostalgia.

In a world that moves too fast and rarely pauses, we forget to notice the beauty of stillness, scent of summer or the caring hands of our loved one. Vintage melodies remind us to pause - they transport us to a room that you know by heart: the echo of old voices lingers there, friends who faded with time, family member who is now only in our memory, the laughter, the cries, the talk, the quite. It is still there untouched, unchanged- as if it had waited for you all along.

Rainy nights and retro songs are not just a passing mood but essence. It reminds us to collect these tiny joys of life and stop running endlessly because not everything need chasing.

So tonight, let an old song find you, let nostalgia take you home.

Back to nature's daily dose.

 Okay! Tell me honestly if you like waking up to a whirlwind of notification,never ending to do list and a noisy so called modern life?

Starting with a fuel called coffee and ending with bright neither star nor life..but screen on our face(ugh!!!WHAT A WONDERFUL LIFE!).

Ever wonder how it feels to be unplugged?  Imagine yourself in the middle of the golden wheat field, feeling the sun's warmth on your skin, the smell of fresh grain in the air, the rustle of leaves from the tree in the corner of the field, the birds flying above you also enjoying the breeze that smells like grass and wildflowers( not like the stuffy room you are in right now).

So, what are you doing alone in a room full of strangers? There are trees out there who want to whispered there secret to you, the bird who is ready to sing you a song (disclaimer: there are no adds), the fresh soft breeze who is waiting to hug you like they are meeting their long lost friend after ages. Sounds good right? Fortunately it also feels equally good. It's a kind of therapy no doctor can offer. It's one of those things in life that you get to experience raw.

So...what's stopping you from stepping out? Maybe it's time for your shoes to get dirty, your skin to get flushed with color more red than a tomato and your hair to get more drenched in sweat than a rainforest ever was in rain.

Go ahead...get out of that damn bed. Return to the soil you once played in, untill your mom scolded you back into the house.