I look outside the window, sun is shining brightly
Sometime later, I look outside the window,it’s raining heavily.
Well, I am not alone, weather has mood swings too.
Looking at these tiny droplets over my shoulder reminds me of my childhood when I used to play in the rain not run away from it.
It reminds me of those paper boats that I made; imagine myself as the captain, sailing against the tidal waves and crossing the Atlantic ocean.
It reminds me of that pleasant smell of the earth after the rain which made me happy.
It reminds me of my grandfather carrying me on his shoulder and playing with me in the rain, I have a vivid image of him – a tall old man with a distinct personality. I have been told that he was strict but a fair man. He passed away when I was 3 year old but I still have memory of him playing with me in the rain. this is the only memory that I have of my grandfather whom we called Baausab out of respect.
The rain reminds me of the speed by which mom used to make pakora, she could have easily stood #1 in the pakora making competition. Followed by a tea where my entire family used to sit in our veranda watching the rain, drinking chai and eating pakora while waiting for the lights to come back.