But It Rained!

     Sitting on the backseat of the bus, on my way back home, it rained. The season ending showers are so pleasant!

     Every time I stretched my arm out of the window, to feel the raindrops come land on my palm, I experienced something that can redefine life. I felt alive. As it rained heavily, the smile on my face didn't fade. Its like my favourite stress buster!

     Rain, the clouds,  thunders, the bright lightnings, the cold shivers and the windy weather.. the craving for the perfect cup of coffee [ I'd settle for a cup of hot chocolate too] a bowl of maggi noodles or even pakoras and hot samosas could do the magic that cleans up everything.. the dust settled on green leaves and changes my mood!

     I have a fey memory of how, as a child, I'd stretch my hand out of the window leaning on it at home to feel the rain. I'd ask my sister"what colour is rain?" She'd say "It has no colour" As I had tiny arms, all the muddy water falling off the roof would seem like rain water to the tiny me.. and I'd say"liar... its brown" I chuckle at it even today.. though now, the difference is, my arms are long enough to reach the clean rain water!!

     A few months or may be years later, I got well acquainted with the flash light of the camera. I'd go running toward the window, opening it and smile looking toward the sky, thinking that God is clicking a snapshot of his children! I sure didn't want to miss that.. but, the thunder after that rather seemed like mountains came crashing down! [I am sure, by now you know where my imagination came from]

     Luckily, I have been the only kid at school who'd never get a smack on the ass after getting wet! All my friends would rather come over to ours to get dried up.. with a hot water bath and hot-hot bournvita.

     Rainy season at school was only about BUTTA!

It has varieties from the smallest for 3 rupees to the biggest ones for 6! Oh...the aroma, the rush around the vendor and of course the mirchi/ nimbu toppings!! My tongue is spiced up already!

     Cycling in the rains, racing and then realising that the breaks have given up... just makes me wish I could live it all again

     I have the cycle, the butta and the clean rain water too.. but all that is lost in these years, is the cute and silly innocence of those innocent people to play with!