Its monsoon here... Bangalore smells fresh with all its greenery carefully washed by the rains ... I took a break and picked up a cup of coffee from the cafe. I could see, hear and smell the rain pouring heavily outside. I had always thought that these glass windows that decorate all the software companies do nothing much than necessitate more maintanence and power to be wasted for air conditioning. But today I was astounded by the breathtaking beauty of the rain drops splashing on the windows and the myriad colors that the nature projected through those rain drops on the glass. The rains give varied memories to every person. For me, rain brings back memories of hot pakodas, smell of elaichi tea, power cuts, the warmth of mother's lap, colorful buckets lined up to collect the water that flows down from the terrace, the raincoats that were also supposed to cover the big bulky bag...a prayer for rains to continue throughout the night ... an anxiety to read in candle light (rather play with the wax that melts down)... a bravery to play in the rain and come back home fully wet ... and recent memories of having walked into the rain with friends from the hostel, a walk in the beach, seeing the huge black clouds that were showering at a distance come close by... each memory etched so deeply with the same feeling that I experienced then ... Now as I see the rains pour uninterrupted I feel I should just walk into it and let all my tears out... let the smell of earth flush my brain... let the chillness numb my inner fears... let the torrent wash my disappointments... let the winds lift my spirits up...
