Rubbing Hands in the Cold, Singing and Howling


Dark shower

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That one moment when you don’t not care about people and time but you want to cut loose. That one moment when you are rubbing your slippery hands in the cold and singing your favorite song. That one moment when you are just being yourself. 

It is here that you feel the idea of getting wild and crazy is nearing. Your adrenaline levels are pumping up and you feel the cold weather. You jump around and attempt your own share of dance moves. You throw all the stuffs you find into different directions of the earth.

You open the bottle of water and pour it on your head. You start howling at the dogs. Finally you stop everything suddenly.

Now you say this to yourself,

‘I felt good’.

– Anoop

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One thought on “Rubbing Hands in the Cold, Singing and Howling

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