Rainy days are so much fun. Some call it gloomy, but it’s the faint darkness that accentuates the real beauty of it. The droplets that slide along the edges of tree leaves and window panes bring with them some of the best ol’ memories of the glorious past that without a doubt deserve to be ruminated and written down.
Rain and Childhood
There was hardly a day or two that left us with no rains when I was studying in school. An umbrella was as essential as one’s lunch box. Dirty shoes were accepted in schools to some extent, because for most of us, the daily commute is through public transport that were made up of rust iron boards and hip-sized holes. The last thing we struggled to safeguard during the travel were the shoes. But the muddy mess only added more colors to my childhood days.
I rarely got a window seat in the bus but when I did, I always made the most out of it. While the crowded right side smelled of nauseating jasmine flowers, ponds powder and fresh sweat stained sandalwood paste, the left side (where the windows stayed) electrified every nerve of mine with the sterling droplets of rain and breeze. The minute hair in the hands stayed attentive to the chill smooches of nature and remain goosebumped throughout the journey.
Summer vacation wasn’t really about sun or sweat when I was a child. Varuna Bhagwan often continued to have an upper hand in April and May as well, which paved a way for paper boats, indoor games, books, magazines, family antakshari, doordarshan and sun tv to enter into our lives.
Rain and College
The skies hardly rained when I moved to college. The place is far away from my hometown and is sun-kissed for the whole year. It was only during the last day of my final year in college, we had a heavy downpour. We were so moved by its timely grace that most of the girls (not me, I hate the aftermath. Drenched clothes, sticky hair. No!) danced in the hostel ground in joy. There was no cacophony or dramatic movements, they simply danced their body and soul to the subtle whirring of the godly rains.
Rain and Marriage
Rain after marriage (and before baby D’s debut), especially after quitting the job meant romanticising the weather with a cup of chai, crispy bajjis (as often as possible) and curl down in the couch with my comfort song inside the head.
Once when it rained, I binge read the original version of Jane Eyre and figuratively lived two eras on the same day. Pure bliss!
Rain and Motherhood
Nothing goes as per the plan now. When it rains, I plan to take baby D to our verandah and sing Rain rain go away or just stand outside and show him the droplets falling on the handrails. But kid prefers to sleep in the bed for hours together whenever there is a downpour. May be, it’s his way of enjoying the weather. I hope and wish the new generation values the rainy days as much as we do. Atleast in their own way.
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