Rain has this ultimate charm .. it’s like a facade , there can be anything inside its heart .. it can give you a dark gloomy mood or it may bring you the most loved , happy sweetest memory of yr past days .. or it can simply put you in a trip down the memory lane,leaving you nostalgic and thinking..
so today when i opened my eyes in the morning , it was all wet and mushy and soft everywhere.. the dried autumn leaves wet and scattered . my garden was looking lively and all green and colorful after a healthy dose of all night rain … how enchanting is this feeling , when some drops from high above the sky can make you feel so many things at once , yet making you believe in its angelic beauty.i could not help but think about the Rainy days back in school.
Rainy day occurs when the schools even are not spared from the wrath of a sudden burst of the clouds and school would declare it a holiday.few times it has so occurred , we would be all dressed up for the school and travelling in our autorickshaw to reach school and it rains like cats and dogs and we have to return back . there were no mobiles during that time , so the only way to know if the school has declared rainy day was by asking other rickshaw puller who were returning from the school. we would eagerly be looking out at other returning rickshaws to see if it’s packed or empty so as to guess the rainy day announcement. that was during very early times in school when i was in class 2 or 3.
Later on the eagerness gave way to the fear to miss out on the the look of your crush if the school declares a Rainy day . Those days school was not only to become something (doctor, engineer,artist) but also a dream land full of romantic encounters and life long friendships 🙂 .
life has moved too fast after those school rainy days .now everyday is a rainy day ,a struggle , a win , a loss, a smile , a heartbreak , a hug , a friend..bringing all that is stashed inside its heart … so many memories stashed underneath it , surfaces and gives an afterglow of the nostalgic trip down the memory lane.
P.S Miss school days, friends , miss rainy days in india ..
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