Woke up to the sound of soft rain tapping on my window — like the sky itself whispering, “slow down.” And just like that, a strange kind of aalas wrapped around me like a blanket. My to-do list stared at me, but I stared at the ceiling instead. Everything suddenly felt like it could wait — the world, the calls, even breakfast. There’s something about baarish ke mausam ka aalas… it doesn’t feel like laziness, it feels like permission to rest. And maybe, today, that’s exactly what I needed....
