Rain-kissed Dreams

Rain-Kissed Dreams

A Letter to My Future Wife



Dear Future Wife,

I don’t know if I have met you already or if God will cross our paths sometime in the future. I just want to share something with you. As I sit here amid a beautiful monsoon at the University of Hyderabad, I can’t help but imagine the enchanting moments we will share together in weather like this. The campus is a picturesque sight adorned with trees, long winding roads, and a fascinating fragrance of rain. Raindrops gracefully touch the ground, resembling delicate water flowers that swiftly disappear. I wish you were here to witness this captivating beauty with me.

These heavy monsoon showers beckon me to dance and play, to relive the carefree days of childhood and build a reservoir of memories together. But, my heart longs to do all these things with you, my beloved. It is in your presence that the rain holds its true magic, and I crave for the day we can revel in this beauty together.

The romantic charm of this weather intensifies with each passing moment. There is an unparalleled joy in getting drenched in the rain, and I can’t wait to share this unique feeling of excitement and affection with you. The rainy days are a constant reminder of you, my thoughts drifting to how we will stroll hand in hand, experiencing the splendour of the raindrops together.

I imagine us walking side by side, raindrops cascading around us as we embrace the rain’s tender caress. And oh, how wondrous it would be to kiss in the middle of the downpour, where nothing else matters but the two of us, lost in each other’s gaze. Afterwards, we would wrap ourselves in a warm blanket, steaming with hot water, wrapped in each other’s love.

Though you may not be here in person, I carry you in my heart and thoughts wherever you are. My dearest, I hope the rain kisses you gently, with its silver liquid drops singing you a soothing lullaby. And when the time is right, I eagerly await the day we will meet, and together, we shall celebrate the joys of the rainy season, basking in the warmth of our love.

With all my love,

Your’s Ram

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