I love Brunch, the Sunday magazine which comes with Hindustan Times. I have been reading Vir Sanghvi's editorials and food columns since, I don’t exactly remember, maybe class ninth. So was going through it and saw an article on monsoon. It was well written and reminded me of the several monsoons I have been through.
There was a time when, in Patna, it didn't just rain. We were used to seeing thundercloud and lightning!! The day used to turn into night, you could have seen stars, if not for clouds! And it was such a treat! Getting soaked to the bone, you know it takes time to get that soaked in a drizzle, and then Ma asking me to change clothes, what I would not give to get those days back!
There wasn't a year when we didn't have to wade through naalas to get the cake for Reshu or Gudli's birthday! Quite a feat, I tell you!
I spent next three years of my life in Jharkhand. Beautiful places, both, Bokaro and Jamshedpur. I remember getting drenched while riding a bike on my way home from school! This happened on a regular basis, may have something to do with my choosing to leave school when it started raining!
One distinct memory is of standing in the balcony of 7264 while it rained! It didn't just rain, the rain was usually accompanied by a strong wind! The huge field in front of balcony had a few trees and a lake, and man, it was such a beautiful sight!
It still rains, but it doesn't in the way it used to. I have been waiting to go back home and experience those thunderstorms, those days-turning-into-nights kind of thunderstorms which I haven’t experienced since I left home. Maybe I will, someday. Most probably I won’t.
I miss rain.
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