Rainy Day, Dream Away..

There's something about the rain that sparks (un)productivity. When the heavens start to open and the claps of thunderstorm generate a momentary lapse of fear, comfort comes in the form of being inside a four-wall structure.
Mother Nature calls the shots - this is her indirect way of telling me to take a much-needed rest amidst the mounting levels of schoolwork. As much as I desperately push myself to write a paper on Indian cinema and the Rashomon effect, all I yearn to do is dive into the bed covers, wrap myself with a blanket and have a Friends marathon/catch up on some blog reading/doze off with the Cure's Disintegration faintly playing in my earphones.

A couple more weeks of fighting such urges and you're good to go.