Dear beloved,
I was expecting a good rainy day and rain gods disappointed me. The worst thing was it was raining right from the morning to late night also its frequency was not same throughout the day. Got up early and it was already raining since early morning and by the time I decided to go to gym it became very grayish and light rain was pondering.
The roads were empty except for those overloaded auto rickshaws running late for schools. It reminded me of my school days when even we too used to cramp in such autos saying our rhymes and table of 9. I came back and decided not to go to college as weather was too good to spent it in a class room but it was not to happen. Some urgent work needed my attention so had to run and no wonder my bike too had same intention and she gave up on me in hard rain and at the middle of now where. The only shelter was a thin shade of tree. Well I wanted to hurry thing up but was helpless. Stranded doing nothing I saw a puppy shivering due to rain and cold and still having his share of fun in a poodle of muddy water and uttered ”some unlucky dog…..”.
Latter saw my bike with distress and continued “….oh shit I am so screwed!!”
After some anxious moments saw hope in big red colors with two open doors. I decided to bail out from there in star BUS which had nothing shinny about it. The bus was fairly filled with commuters but my attention went towards a baby with his hands out of the window. Enjoying the drops of rain in his palms and trying to capture them. I wish even I could hold times that I spent with my beloved friends like when we unbuttoned our wet shirts and screamed our lungs out and a rainy night out spent in railway station once. While walking my way from bus stop to my college which is literally an ‘UP HILL’ task saw a bunch of kids enjoying the rain which had gotten little heavy by then. Ekdum bindas and free, like they have no worries of future and no regrets of past and said “I wish!!”.
Instead here I was trying to get my wet a** up the college wondering what the hell am I doing here like this. The raincoat barely kept me dry. The only thing good during that day was the view outside from the 3rd floor of my already rising college. Hazel grayish misty weather and a thin but consistent layer of rain mixed with breeze. It was a scene you can stare for infinity. No wonder I Got kicked out of the class for the same. I wanted to have something hot to drink but thinking about the same lame old espresso machine coffee was not so motivating either. Still I took it and maybe it was the magic that rain brings, the ambience made the coffee taste better. And I thought “waow !! What a sight. May GOD be BLESSED!”
While the self proclaimed mechanic was trying to prepare a diagnostics report of my bike I saw an old lady trying keeping her vegetables dry on her footpath side shop. Failing to do so, she started swearing some XYZ person in some language that was as good as Hebrew for me. Felt really bad for her.
By the time my bike decided to call off her strike it was late evening so I decide to go at a lake side coffee house to dry my doubly wet socks. Sitting there saw a group of couple enjoying the season with a stroll down the road. Then looked down and examined my hands shivering in gentle winds and wondered “ Dear mam…kash tum bhi yaha hoti !!” to say how I might catch cold due to this.
Starring at the raincoat I felt that may be it is a bit small for me but it would have kept you dry alright. My hanky is not enough to dry my wet hairs but your dupatta would have done the trick instantly. Also an spontaneous untimely laugh by remembering the way she pronounce certain words like “taste” instead of “test” and there would have been two cups of hot chocolate instead of one on this table. I smiled and continued to enjoy it with garlic bread.
The essences is that its said water has no color but rain itself has so many colors in it you just need to observe the things that you see and a moment with yourself would just do the trick rain teaches you to enjoy that very moment. I hate people who complain about rain. Because I don’t, as so many timeless moments are attached to it. No wonder people say they like rain because it brings back so many things in life. The sheer sight of rain in the horizon refreshes your sense and takes you on a time travel through your memories. There are so much worries in life least you can do is smile at the sight of others enjoying in present and remembering such moments of yours.
Hope you (all) get the message.
Awaiting your replies…..
Happy monsoon…
