Yesterday afternoon, when the
sky started glooming, our faces started to bloom. Someone shooed sun away and
it was ominously dark by evening as we all waited with hopes for happiness to
shower…it was actually more of relief than happiness for Puneikars ; we were
getting punished by the Sun gods for the last few days coz we all couldn’t let go of our love for
winters, like our Panchali who just couldn’t stop thinking of Arjun when she
was with Bhima.
But, then finally by yesterday
Surya decided to forgive us…And it was happiness all around…
Rains are a part of our lives
for most of us, more prominently for those from the coastal states ( I got
lucky to belong to one). I mean “lucky” when I say so coz for those near the
seas, you get the privilege to watch the various moods of rains, its various
expressions, and you can very well feel how your feelings get reflected in
those droplets that shower. And beyond all that, rains also carry lot of
memories to cherish….It is ecstasy for few, pain for another, and nostalgic for
many…
I am no exemption. I love
rains for all these reasons and most of the times also coz it is just so
meditating to open your window panes and watch the shower, to watch how it
fondles every little particle of dust on its way without discrimination, how it
brings a rare beautiful smile on your plants even if you water them every day, and
how it totally engulfs you to itself that you even forget who you are…
I still remember how heavy the
rains in Kerala were when I was really small… I used to clog my way to school
through all mud and water in my soaked shoes and socks, tightly packed inside
those ever irritating raincoats, fearing that the lightning flashes will hit me
any time…
It was so much fun to be a
kid…My dad would tuck me into that cozy blanket when it is cold, someone would
hold that umbrella for me, I could splash water on anybody, make paper boats
and just sleep ,sleep and only sleep hugging my loved one tight.
But, now it is all the more
different. When it rains, I get this feeling that the child in me is still
trapped within. I feel crazily happy, I want to go dance in the rain, go for a
joyful ride, take a refreshing walk and just run around simply splashing water
on everybody. I asked my friend today morning, “Shall we go for walk?” and my
friend is like,”Lemme get some sleep”. Aw..!! Really…!!!! And so, here I am,
sitting on my bed, clicking pictures of rain with my stupid phone ( alas!! I
don’t even have a DSLR ),trying to be a nature lover, figuring out some
philosophy which would have already been told and simply staring at it…May be
this is what it means to be grown up???
I don’t know….maybe it is or
maybe it is not.. Whatsoever, all these hours that I spent alone with the
droplets was just beautiful…But now I get this gut feeling and I am really
scared.. Will the Sun gods punish me for falling in love with the rains..???
