Nostalgic Rains
The pitter patter outside reminds me of my childhood
memories. The russet sky reminds me of the poem which my grandmother used to
recite as I sat in her lap. I remember
the aroma of the potato fries and the many other delicious edibles which were
prepared in our house on the eve of first monsoon. Ignoring the sight of elders
once I eloped from the house with my cousins to enjoy the rains. Boats, muds,
football, climbing mango trees; we did everything we could followed by a cold
cough and high fever when we returned home.
Romantic Rains
School days weren’t different either. Rain was a good reason
that helped me to skip a day in the class, but not every time, because it was
on a rainy day when I met with my first puppy love. She was all wet and look
scared in her big tinted black glass. With a big umbrella I went up to her and asked,
“You can come with me if you want.” Skeptical at first, she sighed a bit, thought
for a while and then gave the final nod.
Creative Rains
Who said it was only in isolation and a quaint place where a
writer could express his or her thoughts? The constant dripping sound made by the
rains strike a chord in the inner mind, urges you to pick up that pen and start
scribbling words. You can pen down a philosophical thought about life, write a
poem or can also start humming a song – such is the power of rains as it helps
to pour in all the creative thoughts.
In the constant humdrum of our lives, rains splash our minds
with its beautiful drops of joy. Happy Monsoon!
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