When it Rains
I am not a big rain lover !!
The underlying reason is pretty simple ... its like i hate to pour the first mug of water on myself in the shower!!
Once that is done ... i just love the drenching, playing in the rain, or riding in the rain (believe me it very different and fun too)
Hate ?
whats that ??? i am an angel, i never hate anything ;)
DONT LIKES about rain...........
1. The initial drenching.
2. The inconvenience.
3. Muddy roads with the splash expert trucks to share it with.
Worst ever rain??
Naaa....
Probably, when dad was driving down from tvm to kotarakara (i would have driven, but considering that i was only in the 11th , i was not allowed to )
......
Dad drives like he does in the Middle east on indian roads ... and it is sometimes too much to handle for the passengers!!!
...
Very bad visibility and night with the rain.... we were all praying all through the journey that we get home that night....:p
Best recollection
This one is cool ... i can still see this one like some painting hanging on the hallways of memories...
The whole of the hockey ground used to filled up in muddy brown water.
Then it would flow down the front of the hostel down to the football ground.
We would most probably get a holiday because of floods at thampannoor.
And we would play in the rain ... paper boats.... long sleep in the afternoon.... cool nights.... the look of those drenched trees waving in the wind ... made me wonder if it was their dance of joy for the rain!
I still feel the wet wind blowing on our faces , as we stood on the top of the hostel building and pondered yonder ...
Now i can look at those days .. just like we used to dream of our tommorows then!!
The underlying reason is pretty simple ... its like i hate to pour the first mug of water on myself in the shower!!
Once that is done ... i just love the drenching, playing in the rain, or riding in the rain (believe me it very different and fun too)
Hate ?
whats that ??? i am an angel, i never hate anything ;)
DONT LIKES about rain...........
1. The initial drenching.
2. The inconvenience.
3. Muddy roads with the splash expert trucks to share it with.
Worst ever rain??
Naaa....
Probably, when dad was driving down from tvm to kotarakara (i would have driven, but considering that i was only in the 11th , i was not allowed to )
......
Dad drives like he does in the Middle east on indian roads ... and it is sometimes too much to handle for the passengers!!!
...
Very bad visibility and night with the rain.... we were all praying all through the journey that we get home that night....:p
Best recollection
This one is cool ... i can still see this one like some painting hanging on the hallways of memories...
The whole of the hockey ground used to filled up in muddy brown water.
Then it would flow down the front of the hostel down to the football ground.
We would most probably get a holiday because of floods at thampannoor.
And we would play in the rain ... paper boats.... long sleep in the afternoon.... cool nights.... the look of those drenched trees waving in the wind ... made me wonder if it was their dance of joy for the rain!
I still feel the wet wind blowing on our faces , as we stood on the top of the hostel building and pondered yonder ...
Now i can look at those days .. just like we used to dream of our tommorows then!!
posted by Heart of Gold !! at 7:37 AM
11 Comments:
to me each rain is different.. it brings so much of joy.. the karkkida mazha in kerala.. the dried fried tapioca chips and coconut slivers.. hot coffee.. water every where.. even in the deserted middle age.. i can still be a child... all I have to do is think of the rain.. and I am home again..like a 10 yr old
what I don enjoy abt Rain is the wet & sticky hair I get :-S
as I always say rain is the best gift when one is at home with a glass of warm tea & the worst when one is outside with no protection :-S
what a coincidence ... was framing a post on rain this morning .. and here i find one !!!!
it rained like crazy mad this morning
on your previous post :
I can remember the tution classes
And the tired , scared glances
And the wait on the stairs
For the sight of a friend's face !!
Right ?
4got the bike rides when it rains and the waiting on the road side ;)
i love everything abt rain..
@deeps : read your rain post ... guess its with the monsoons setting in ... evry one is catching on! And I simply could picture a lazy, all easy no work, old quiet life!!
Chao
John
nostalgia :((
Just stopped to say hello. I love the rain.
remember me?
wonderful posts..especially "tears of joy"..!
Loved your monsoon post.Nice....somehow when we grow up we seem to forget how deeply rain affected us in our childhood.Clearly you havent..keep on bloggin....
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