6 pm. Walking back from office alone, under an unusually dark sky , kicks feelings.. Huge pockets of clouds, about to burst , like a hurt girl at eighteen..both filled with nothing , yet something. A couple of ten year olds teettering back from school, discussing cricket over cut slices of unripe salted mangoes, reminds you of your age.You suddenly miss all those came, went and taken for granted joys of your life and the word bygones become the only tagword for your memories.
And then it rained.
Thick sheets of H2O whirling down my glasses in gay abandon.A blurry aquatic world everywhere.A girl racing past her bicycle in a dirty yellow raincoat silhouetted against the grey sky instantly remind me of Raveena Tandon. Ola :) The old woman selling hot bhuttis to young lovers.Frogs croak from the nearby pond, the dog stands shelterless on the road ,the chai shop does brisk business and my baniyan hugs onto me in unconditonal assurance.
Suddenly you remember all those days which had a weather like this and when all those things happened . All those rainy treks, fights, talks, trips, walks hit in the 70mm of your mind. You suddenly remember a long lost person. And then suddenly try to get over it. If you are sentimental enough you would sing "Nahii saamne ye alag baat hain..." to yourselves. Or recollect painfully how she left in the lightning and the rain.. Rains have it. Hurts and compromises of the past float up and out of you like unkept naughty secrets.
Rains also bring out a riot of colorful memories. You remember the time when you feel so relieved as Dad reaches home by the first streak of lightening and all of you enjoy chai-pakora in the veranda discussing neighbours, tv serials or planning Diwali puchase. Until it stops raining and you put on your canvas and run wild outside with your friends.. Or think of the night when it rained the hardest and you thought of the poor guys in the railway station from under your blanket.Or the time when your tuitions were cancelled for the rains and you had all those three hours to kill with your friends before reaching home.Or the time at hostel with friends and how rains made everyone miss home. Or the first time in the rains ,you gave your jacket to show someone you care.
Walking along my thoughts, i couldnt help notice this young couple i was following all this while.Arms in arms,head to head, both entwined into each other.All wet, both of them. The boy carrying the girl on one hand, and a closed umbrella in the other..God bless, i wished and turned my way.
True when they say that the best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.