A handful of thoughts

And then the rain fell. It fell incessantly, without a pause or respite. It fell on black shiny umbrellas, on narrow suburban alleys, on overflowing garbage bins, on rickshaws chained and parked to the roadside….it rained. The rain, it fell on people’s minds as well. As for me, every time the rain falls, it strangely arouses me. On days, I do not dare to look rain into the eye for fear of losing myself in its spell.

Wading through waterlogged streets, in my IT hub, I feel a strange sting of happiness up my spine. As I look up through the curtain of rain, the glass and steel buildings fade and then melt away. Then its just me and the rain face to face, celebrating a relationship that has been continuing for a good number of the 26 years that I have lived. Whenever it rains, I feel like scribbling something; some nonsense on my notebook and sit alone with my knees drawn to my chest admiring and contemplating the rain. Making my peace with the world.