After weeks of heat-stifled days and prickly nights, waking up to a rainy morning was heavenly. Cosy blanket, downpour 'Laze for a bit longer', I told myself. But the pitter-patter in the boulevard pulled me out in the street and my raincoat too out of the wardrobe.
I saw a mother running after her child to stop him from getting drenched. Some would scold her for being silly, but this was a moment of affirmation. Even my father would lift me when the streets were clogged with rainwater.
Rain has a peculiar way of coming down into each individual's life, mesmerising one and all, irrespective of age. Losing oneself in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world leaves a feeling unmatched.
The vista of rain, its scent, the touch of it - all cast a spell that takes you out of the present and sails you leisurely to the shores of the past.
Walking down the street, as I spotted children playing with paper boats in puddles of water, I could imagine myself on the arc, sailing to places unexplored.
The memories of a carefree childhood came gushing as a welcome reprieve from the worries of the day. Drenched to the core, I yearned for an umbrella, but only walked home in the cold shower with clothes clinging to the body like a limpet.
And, when it is raining buckets, go for a cup of tea. The hot mug warms your hands and the rain takes you back to the childhood pranks executed under the watchful eyes of parents.
Rains unleash a torrent of memories. So, without thinking twice about falling ill, go out and have fun. At last, monsoon is at our door; let the child in you out. Take off your shoes and take a walk in the rain.