Wow… I love rain…
The thunders sound so dangerous yet along with my elevated heart beat they used to bring a smile on my face when I was little. I used to feel very cozy as darkness enveloped day with clouds running ad all directions and trying to barricade sun. we used to run in open and challenge those clouds to shower on us. And as the first big drops of water hits us we used to giggle uncontrollably and run back to shelter. That’s because mom used to scream at us for getting drenched. So we used to sit in the threshold and watch rain hit the ground.
The aroma generated by earth as it cleanses itself with rain from above is something that left not my senses. I could smell it no more the way I used to because cities are paved with tar and concrete. The submissive resistance of dust that hits ground as rain takes over and percolates through pores of ground while permeating each granule and wow…. I loved to take a stick and make waterways and interlink all of them making a spider web like maze.
And some times when mom and dad are in good mood they executed a plan to make hot Bhajjis (That’s a dish made with potato wafers or green chillis dunked in gram flour batter and deep fried….and wow….so yummy) and we used to crunch in to them as the fire in chillis ignited our mouths as rain out side cooled us.
In more fortunate moment when I happen to be outside I needed no permission to get drenched. And damn right you are… I used to jump and run all over as little or big rain drops used to hit me from all sides. They then seep in unison towards the cleavage of my shirt collar and then raced towards the deeper places that are well protected. The sudden drop on temperature in those areas with cool rainwater always gave me a reason to giggle as I shiver.
Then in saner moments I used to make paper boats and used to run along the tide on bank to see that how far the boat goes without getting capsized. This some times used to make me lose my sense of direction and I suddenly discover an alien place that’s far off from my home. After biting my tongue I used to run back using my own inertial navigation in built in my brain. Some times I succeed and other times I used to wail till some gentleman asked me why I was crying. Then with utmost patience they used to guide me back home.
I decided never do such things again. But my crooked pleasure in loving rain and its subsequent atrocities always equate my attitude with a dog’s curvy tail that never could be straightened.
I loved to enjoy the building up shivering down my spine as my teeth chatter in unison. Its unfathomable even today as to why giggles brim and over flow my throat and our community of children used to multiply it further by looking at each other and giggling for no reason. And in accordance to the lay of nuclear chain reaction it emitted tremendous energy in laughers all around.
A few times I cought fever for my own misadventures. And it’s the opposite side of what I explained above. I used to shiver again deep in the cocoon of blankets as heat crept up my body. Mom used to feed me bread dunked in milk. Its somehow always tasted yukky when I suffer fever which otherwise tastes so good.
And my developmental years and personality adjustment did not abandon my love towards getting drenched in rain. I do that even today and so shamelessly. My boss and colleagues tear their hair when I enter our office dripping rivulets of water and making a mini pool where I sit. They tried every method and rules written in SWOT analysis and still could not make me listen. They even refuse to let me handle equipment when I was to give demonstration. Their diplomatic efforts in convincing me to buy a water proof jacket in place of huge umbrella also met with stoic silence as I bear my teeth in mocking smile.
Then one day me and my dearest friend went to chowpatti (beach). The waves were so wild and cruel that day and as we sat on the parapet wall they raced towards us and crashed on tetra pods behind and drenched our backs. It’s so fun to be slapped by huge waves of water and giggle like children. Then the rain started pouring. We were so happy and felt so adventurous. We started walking leisurely along the sea shore and found a few fellow adventurers too.
Now here comes the best part. Wow… few of them are girls that are not deterred as they were treated with no discrimination by rain. They were equally drenched and we could not help gaping at their nubile curvaceous Venus D Milos’. Wow wow wow… Its so wonderful spectacle and I did not notice my friend was cursing beside. I refused to acknowledge his mumbling until it became too intolerable to bear. When I looked him to know the reason, I too cursed almighty along with him. After all I am his best friend. My friend has these negative powered spectacles. He too wanted to watch live mannequines moving around in grace as he wanted to admire their artistic way of flaunting their amazingly beautiful bodies. And this bloody rain is misting his spectacles to the point of total obscurity and when he tried pulling them off his nose and trying wiping them he could not see what’s before him. Though I shared his pain in loyal manner deep inside I sighed in content that I suffer no eye sight problems.
Then some times rain helps me hide my pain as well. The rumbling pain inside me used to get neutralized with thunders around. The blinding flash of anguish is met by sparking streaks across skies. And the tears tiding over used to get mingled with pearls of rain. And it’s so comfortable to very out so open and so loud with no one really detecting what I am doing. The spasms of sobs used to get interpreted as shivering out of cold.
I am not a fan of fascinating rainbows. I love rains that drowsily entice me in to silence. The silence where I could hear nothing but rhythmic dance of drops. And let my eyes close as I feel cold drench me and warmth spread within. Rain makes my self go back to my childhood and allows my submerged pain to pour out. Rain makes me laugh and lets me feel the sense of freedom. Rain is a wonderful gift from nature… to my soul
The thunders sound so dangerous yet along with my elevated heart beat they used to bring a smile on my face when I was little. I used to feel very cozy as darkness enveloped day with clouds running ad all directions and trying to barricade sun. we used to run in open and challenge those clouds to shower on us. And as the first big drops of water hits us we used to giggle uncontrollably and run back to shelter. That’s because mom used to scream at us for getting drenched. So we used to sit in the threshold and watch rain hit the ground.
The aroma generated by earth as it cleanses itself with rain from above is something that left not my senses. I could smell it no more the way I used to because cities are paved with tar and concrete. The submissive resistance of dust that hits ground as rain takes over and percolates through pores of ground while permeating each granule and wow…. I loved to take a stick and make waterways and interlink all of them making a spider web like maze.
And some times when mom and dad are in good mood they executed a plan to make hot Bhajjis (That’s a dish made with potato wafers or green chillis dunked in gram flour batter and deep fried….and wow….so yummy) and we used to crunch in to them as the fire in chillis ignited our mouths as rain out side cooled us.
In more fortunate moment when I happen to be outside I needed no permission to get drenched. And damn right you are… I used to jump and run all over as little or big rain drops used to hit me from all sides. They then seep in unison towards the cleavage of my shirt collar and then raced towards the deeper places that are well protected. The sudden drop on temperature in those areas with cool rainwater always gave me a reason to giggle as I shiver.
Then in saner moments I used to make paper boats and used to run along the tide on bank to see that how far the boat goes without getting capsized. This some times used to make me lose my sense of direction and I suddenly discover an alien place that’s far off from my home. After biting my tongue I used to run back using my own inertial navigation in built in my brain. Some times I succeed and other times I used to wail till some gentleman asked me why I was crying. Then with utmost patience they used to guide me back home.
I decided never do such things again. But my crooked pleasure in loving rain and its subsequent atrocities always equate my attitude with a dog’s curvy tail that never could be straightened.
I loved to enjoy the building up shivering down my spine as my teeth chatter in unison. Its unfathomable even today as to why giggles brim and over flow my throat and our community of children used to multiply it further by looking at each other and giggling for no reason. And in accordance to the lay of nuclear chain reaction it emitted tremendous energy in laughers all around.
A few times I cought fever for my own misadventures. And it’s the opposite side of what I explained above. I used to shiver again deep in the cocoon of blankets as heat crept up my body. Mom used to feed me bread dunked in milk. Its somehow always tasted yukky when I suffer fever which otherwise tastes so good.
And my developmental years and personality adjustment did not abandon my love towards getting drenched in rain. I do that even today and so shamelessly. My boss and colleagues tear their hair when I enter our office dripping rivulets of water and making a mini pool where I sit. They tried every method and rules written in SWOT analysis and still could not make me listen. They even refuse to let me handle equipment when I was to give demonstration. Their diplomatic efforts in convincing me to buy a water proof jacket in place of huge umbrella also met with stoic silence as I bear my teeth in mocking smile.
Then one day me and my dearest friend went to chowpatti (beach). The waves were so wild and cruel that day and as we sat on the parapet wall they raced towards us and crashed on tetra pods behind and drenched our backs. It’s so fun to be slapped by huge waves of water and giggle like children. Then the rain started pouring. We were so happy and felt so adventurous. We started walking leisurely along the sea shore and found a few fellow adventurers too.
Now here comes the best part. Wow… few of them are girls that are not deterred as they were treated with no discrimination by rain. They were equally drenched and we could not help gaping at their nubile curvaceous Venus D Milos’. Wow wow wow… Its so wonderful spectacle and I did not notice my friend was cursing beside. I refused to acknowledge his mumbling until it became too intolerable to bear. When I looked him to know the reason, I too cursed almighty along with him. After all I am his best friend. My friend has these negative powered spectacles. He too wanted to watch live mannequines moving around in grace as he wanted to admire their artistic way of flaunting their amazingly beautiful bodies. And this bloody rain is misting his spectacles to the point of total obscurity and when he tried pulling them off his nose and trying wiping them he could not see what’s before him. Though I shared his pain in loyal manner deep inside I sighed in content that I suffer no eye sight problems.
Then some times rain helps me hide my pain as well. The rumbling pain inside me used to get neutralized with thunders around. The blinding flash of anguish is met by sparking streaks across skies. And the tears tiding over used to get mingled with pearls of rain. And it’s so comfortable to very out so open and so loud with no one really detecting what I am doing. The spasms of sobs used to get interpreted as shivering out of cold.
I am not a fan of fascinating rainbows. I love rains that drowsily entice me in to silence. The silence where I could hear nothing but rhythmic dance of drops. And let my eyes close as I feel cold drench me and warmth spread within. Rain makes my self go back to my childhood and allows my submerged pain to pour out. Rain makes me laugh and lets me feel the sense of freedom. Rain is a wonderful gift from nature… to my soul
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