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Whatever it was, it wasn't a day of monsoon as far as I vividly remember. The weather had been yet cold again, kind of like the days in winter. Well, not too cold. It was the sun, staying hideous behind the clouds as if it was scheming something. I personally find this kind of weather intriguing. It represents melancholy and peacefulness like the two sides of the same coin. Sometimes, the latter one lacks in my vision. Sadness takes over, but why does the peacefulness not completely leave, I wonder. Now, to each their opinion, I always repeat. Some may hate this preference of mine. I don't hate sunny days. In fact I find it fascinating too. Now there, not trying to put this two-tongued talk to take over. Please don't blame me. I don't know how I feel anymore, in a sense. See right there, I just went on to be a hypocrite again. It is not that I don't feel. I do and a lot more than you think I would. I just sometimes refuse to accept them, sometimes they refuse t...