This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 55; the fifty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with Rashmi Kumar, the author of Hooked, Lined and Single and Jyoti Arora, the author of Lemon Girl.
Now that I live in a multistory building in a metro city, rain always feels like a nuisance as it affects everything from my schedule, to the traffic and entire life as well. Mind you that it wasn’t always the case. When I used to live with my family in a small town in a government quarter and when I was a kid, all the kids in the colony including me used to adore rain and wait eagerly for the same.
It was raining again and thus traffic was crawling, annoyed I started to notice the blurry scene outside my car window, as usual few kids were playing in the rain and water which collected on the road. Somehow that scene took me down memory lane and I was back in our small quarter in our small town.
My mom ran outside to gather the clothes that were hung there to dry, soon there were millions of water droplets started falling all around us and soon it was full-fledged torrential rain. Soon there was water everywhere, since it was Sunday all the kids in the colony were at home. One by one every kid in our block was out on our small road to enjoy the rain.
Slowly we all started playing and singing aloud, it was fun we were jumping in the puddles and then washing the mud in the rain. It was bliss, rain was just pure fun and joy in our childhood.
My mom came to the door to call me inside fearing that I would fall ill but I ran up to her and grabbed her hand and pulled her outside, soon she was enjoying the rain too. It wasn’t late before every mom was enjoying rain with their kid. It was a scene out of some movie, no, forget it people can’t imagine such a joyful scene.
There were various kinds of sounds coming from different groups and we all were having fun. One by one every family member was out on our road enjoying the rain and singing and enjoying with their and other’s families. I believe that day it rained heavily for around 5 hours and for the entire duration of the rain entire colony was out enjoying the rain.
I don’t even remember when a smile came across my face with this wonderful memory associated with rain and with a sudden jolt I noticed that the cars in front of me had moved and people were honking for me to move. I sheepishly moved my car and the traffic moved again a few feet. I wanted to step outside my car but somehow I controlled myself. But let the Sunday come this Sunday Monsoon would be enjoyed with the family either on the roof or on the road but it will be enjoyed. Thanks for the memories I remembered that there was a time when it used to be my favorite weather.
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