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..???