The clouds rolled and coagulated to blackness getting itself in ready mode for the downpour. The gentle swishes of the wind started strengthening and gained momentum moving the tress and plants adding a little ferocity. The gentle rays of the morning sun dimmed its intensity to complement the dark clouds. I was reminded of the tamil song with libretto meaning "The clouds are getting darker...and the rain is peeping to fall down"... Yes...the atmosphere was all set for the music of Pitter - patter.....
My heart thumped amidst all the perspiration and the glass-like covering it had created on my face giving it a glazed look.... The gentle wind caressed my face and carried my loose hair in a backward swish.... As I closed my eyes and tilted my head towards the sky to feel the cool showers...the beginning drops of the soother after the scorching summer, my face tingled with an electric shock of the force of the first droplet of water .... 1...2...3... there started the much awaited cascade ....
Every rain after the summer transports me to the unforgettable teenage days when all three sisters were together - each of us either studying and/or working and holding strongly to our dreams of great tomorrows. Little pleasures were never forgotten to be enjoyed. Inevitably, I would be having my cost accountancy examinations when the first spell of rain used to arrive and my two sisters would much jump out to the verandah to drench themselves amidst the wails of amma "Don't wet the floor of the house when you get back in. Clean your legs well when you come in!!!" Amma always had the unconventional knack of seeing the cleaner side of things in any matter.... I would always be be ambivalent with my heart tugging to go out but my mind pulling me back to study for the exams. Every time I would do the balancing act of setting a mark to study before I miss the fun and dash out to also get the thrill of the water soaking you...
It used to be a celebration when the rain waned...the cavalcade of the three musketeers inspected by amma.... and the race to occupy the wash rooms to change to crispier clothes and devour the hot pakodas, bondas and hot steaming tea... there was no dearth of brewing tea those days... you want a break it was tea... you want to vent your anger...there was tea... you want to relax ..there was tea.... God knows how many cups of tea my little sister would have brewed for all of us ....
"Brr...Brr......... gurgled my little darling and waved his hand in abject mirth seeing the water cascading down to the earth.... and as though reading my thoughts of my cherished moments waved his hand at me wanting to come out with me..... Yes...its now going to be his turn ...and I guess we three sisters will relive those yesteryear moments once again with our mini models.
2 comments:
Jo!
I didnt know u blogged as well! Glad that u read mine! Btw.. will i get to see u n the little one when i come down in august? Are going to be anywhere in the south at that time??
Stay in touch,
Love
Div
I so miss enjoying rain the Indian way in India da....I do remember those days filled with nothing but pure bliss when we used to go n play frisbee in the rain...and the innumerable cups of tea that we used to relish!!! Lovely old days!!! Love u.
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