Siddhanth P. Rao
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Himachal Trip -The Great Fall
It was 04:30 am. The alarm rang. Within the first ring of the alarm, I was wide awake. Usually, I snooze the alarm five to six times before I force myself to wake up, but not today. The day had finally arrived. The four of us, Aman, Rohit, Pratyaksh and I were going to Manali for our trip. This trip was a long time coming. I still remember how all of us, in our school days, used to plan all our trips and would never do them, but we used to plan them anyway for the fun of it. But, at last, we were finally putting our plan into action. This trip was spontaneous, and initially, planned as a joke. But somehow this naive pointless joke of ours became one of the best trips of our life.
By Siddhanth P. Rao3 years ago in Wander
The Morning After the Storm
It was a 100 feet drop The rain was pelting and cold Late at night, no cars on the bridge He stood there on the edge He looked straight down Into the hungry and relentless sea below The rain masked his tears Thoughts rushing through his head
By Siddhanth P. Rao3 years ago in Poets