My first few days at college, when Dog and I refused to be called "friends", dare any body's veins would they add a "best" to it.
Go fish you gurls already!
There was on, a season commonly known to us as, Monsoons. Yeah the one when people get wedded. I made Dog get drenched in the rains with me. Cuz "I" love it!
The Rain.
I got a haircut a year ago, around the same time when college started. To look nicer[with a difference] and less-nicer[without a decent hairdo.] Now I'm capable of being called The President of U.S.A . Of all my head-to-toe, my face keeps from getting wet. Yeah. Thankee The Hair God! Hail you!
One of my finest memories of loving rains is when I used to be a little-girl.[Yeah every I-was-never-a-little-gurl WAS once one.]. 5th grade(?). My last exam and the school bus dropped me home. Those 5 minutes from bus-stop to home turned into a half-an-hour long rain-dance party for me. I took roads never taken before. Smiled to people never seen before. Gazed at homes never been across before.
I was shouting! "Aaj mere exams khatam hain!!"
And dancing like those stupid-pink-girls whom I call stoopid-pink-gurls today.
The same monsoons, the guy living RIGHT in front of my house, quite elder to me, thought nobody comes out in the rain, so HE planned to step out. In his balcony. Naked.
Yes. That happens to you at times. He still lives there.
There were rains when half the girls in my class wouldn't step out cuz of SOME reasons with their uniforms, and the other half WOULD step out cuz of SOME reasons with their uniforms.
Yes. There are people like those.
Both. I mean.
There were rains when the drops from the sky weren't enough to drench me enough to tell Dadi that I enjoyed even after her telling me "Ye mausam ki pehli baarish hai! Isme mat nahana!! Beemar ho jaaoge!!". I stood under the pipe that comes from a little terrace, and after collecting loads of water like rain-water harvesting, drops it all on you at once.
Yes. That, still seems fun to me.
I have liked the spelling of "Rain".
R.A.I.N.
Its a happy sound to pronounce it too.
Rain.
People claim to not like it.
Anika, that average-looking-average
Payal didi, that round-fair-fairy God-mother looking-beautiful-fresh
Both, blushed to denial when I refused to buy their supposed irritation towards rain.
Reasons:
Anika: Humidity is irritating!
Payal Didi: Faaltoo main kyun bheegein?
Anika and I had an amazing re-union. She walked me back to the metro station in the rain.
Payal didi and I had chaat sitting under a mobile-van-restaurant. She rode me back home on her Scooty, excellent speed! Skidding through the wet roads.
Guys all over the world have ONE name they would like to name their daughter.
SOMEwhere, SOME person called his daughter Rain. I do not remember who. I just know that it was one beauty of a thought.
We wouldn't dare think of naming one daughter that, owing to our non-complimentary Indian surnames.
Papa named my sister 'Meha'. It means rain.
The weather's heated up here.
The Sun irritates me daily.
Enough to ruin each day's million smiles. The genuine ones passed on effortlessly, and the ones I put on to mock at people. The 'HA-HA-HA'-s too.
My friend calls up each day. Every night. He lives where it rains a lot. :D
I heard a thunder on phone today. I was given a treasured description of lightening. I love lightning for different reasons. :P
I love the colour. Purple-pink. And flashy. Its cool there. Nice. I like believing I'm close enough to my friend to feel the weather there too. :D
Rain makes me happy. Sub-conscious efforts to make me feel my rain.
I would like calling myself 'gifted' to have realized numerous things around me that would make me happy. Not many people are.
"Enjoy yourself... Its later than you think!" A movie had this song. Ghosts were dancing to it. Old men-women ghosts.
Is it that I enjoy rains as a man in Greenland would like the morning Sun?
Did I just contradict myself? Finding happiness in what you don't have?
No I didn't.
Yeah, I'm also gifted enough to be able to reason with myself.
I'm happy because I felt closeness.
Rain makes me happy. Its too far right now. I claim to have felt it. Thunder on phone, yes.
"Did you hear that?"
Sub-conscious effort to avoid me having missed that thunder.
Rain makes me happy. Its too far right now. I claim to have felt it. The purple-pink color I never defined to myself. I DO recall its the same.
Rain makes me happy. Its too far right now. Still on, or sleeping. I claim to have felt it.
Can one be happy enough to cry one's heart out?
"Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts."
- Great Expectations, Charles Dickens
A smile, if can afford to show mockery; why can't a tear show extreme outburst of happiness?Yet to feel it.
Its too far right now.
I feel it though. It is making me happy.
Photo: It was raining here.
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