Its 12:37.. I cant believe sajha is as dead as my work!!:s... man... Anyway it just started drizzling here... so I walked out to see how it was.. and there was the fresh scent of wet mud in the air.... and the light drizzle fell on my face.. and I remembered Nepal. All the times we would go out on the rain. Smelling the fresh smell of wet mud and the rain falling all aroundd us.:( I wanna go home......