That beautiful day, the air was filled with the soothing scent of moist earth and the comforting, placid sound of the rain trickling on the ground. The sky was covered with gray, heavy clouds and their fresh droplets continued to drizzle down on the thirsty trees, their leaves dancing in the gentle, refreshing winds.

The little sparrow glided through the air towards its nest, its home and snuggled up with its chicks. It could hear the cheery chatter of two guys sitting on the bench near the tree.

"I miss when you would come over my place every Saturday to play the drums" Asad said to his best childhood friend, nostalgia dripping from his voice.

Raj took a sip of his hot coffee.
"And that creepy woman who was she... Mrs Thakor! She would always come complaining. Was too sensitive to sound, wasn't she?" He replied.

"Come on! Your drumming was loud enough to wake the dead up!"

"Hehe! And remember when we would bunk classes, roam around the entire school building and run like dogs when spotted a teacher!?"

"How can I forget that! It was always a good time to flex my athletic skills. I would always reach to safety before you", Asad replied and chuckled.

"You braggart!"

"Hahahaha"

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And the wind continued to carry the charm and happiness along with the cool raindrops all over the city.
The little sparrow went fast asleep in the warmth of its nest.

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