I repeatedly fancy a drastic,desired change in weather as though I am armed with a remote control to switch on, change and re watch things of my choice, as per my whims. Monday blues would have bade a huge waving hand onto everybody’s face, had it been so…The onset of monsoons and its various avatars was so dear-some! As it is monsoon which fills Indian granaries, they are much awaited and grandly welcomed, irrespective of zonal differences, across different corners of our vast nation.
The very thought of beginning of the new academic calendar on June 1st or 2nd with heavy showers at frequent intervals created joy boundless in the minds of school going children. Under new, coloured, printed umbrellas , like clusters of mustard seeds they forwarded to and fro to the school, dancing to the changing rhythms of the rain. The roof breaking roaring sound of those rains often brought happiness to those young minds, as it relieved them from some free hours. Playing splash games in the muddy pool waters was their favourite game during rains.
Having surpassed those times, being one among the working population, I don’t appreciate a rain when I am on my way home or to work. As if they wait for my convenience! Back then and even now , I love to recollect my memories associated with monsoon. On a rainy day, with a hot mug of tea and hot pakodas(a fry), with frequent naps, simply sitting on the couch with a book in my hand, I would love to take an off from work, just to regain my joyous memories!
Looks like the rain too miss me, for it’s cloudy and cool now!