Ah, the first shower of a premature monsoon. The smell of wet mud, of a few drops of liquid heaven on parched stone, the sound of those little visitors rapping on your window, the sound of drops hitting leaves that have awaited them for a very very long summer...
But lo and behold! Before you even know it, they're gone, to visit another time, I'm sure... soon, I hope... But the rain has changed the world forever... A world scorched by the sun's unrelenting heat, suddenly fresh with life and energy thanks to these gifts from the angels.
It's amazing, isn't it, how something as, well, natural and relatively mundane (I mean face it, water goes up and it comes down) as rainfall can inspire such ideas from even one like me? :)
But that isn't the end of it either. With the rains come a plethora of childhood memories, wearing rain-coats and gum boots, splashing in puddles at every opportunity, the football we played in the rain, old friends long forgotten, in a time half a lifetime ago...
The rain has gone, but his cousin decided to pay us a visit. The wind...
Buffeting man and plants alike, the wind came down and gave us our second installment of childhood memories. Memories of walking along Bandstand or Worli sea-face with the wind blowing at you, memories of having chai and bhel with a friend and having the bhel literally blown out of your hands... So many memories.
But, unfortunately, one cannot reminisce too long. As the wind dies, one is suddenly made aware of his surroundings. I am at the COEP Boys' Hostel. And I have an exam tomorrow. Thus ends a most wondrous trip into the depths of one's own mind. A trip that started with an old acquaintance... our beloved Paaus!
Friday, May 7, 2010
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