It rained in Bangalore last night. Not the multi-directional jets hitting you with the fury of the heavens, the way it does in Goa. But a light drizzle..just enough to soak the earth and adorn the breeze with that smell which can give Chanel a run for their money...only if it can be packed in a bottle.
I stepped onto the road at 9.30 in the morning and the breeze hit my face..gently...just like a mother lightly slapping a child for making a cheeky comment. The divine smell had persisted through the night in the cracks of the tarred road and was now rising upwards with the heat of the morning rays.
I carefully negotiated the wet patches on the road, not wanting to get my sandals all wet and dirty. The road was jammed...as always. Bikes and autos alike were being manouvered through the gaps, drivers at their slithering best.
I hailed an auto "C V Raman Nagar chalna hai" !!! "10 Rs extra madam" !!! usual story....waited for 5 minutes. After 6 autos, one which didnt come with a price tag of +10 extra !!! Its become an everyday duel...the autowallah v/s me...prize at stake..10 Rs..and maybe a deeper sense of pride and principle.
The auto inched ahead through the traffic. The heady smell of the soaked earth transported me to a different place...to a different age.
An age of new raincoats which oddly smelt of bubblegum; the mickey mouse prints smiling incorrigibly at the raindrops pelting down. An age of opening new fresh notebooks with lines in set of three...and smelling the pages. Polished black shoes getting soaked in the puddles, the water seeping up through the nylon socks. Umbrellas turning inside out with the strong breeze. Uniforms not drying in the rainy days...the sheer joy of wearing casual clothes to school. Splashing water on the puny kid who always had a runny nose. Endless memories pouring down...just like raindrops that poured down in those days. crystal clear droplets mirroring moments lost in the years.
"Yahaan se left...haan bas yahhin rok dijiye" I had reached office.
After paying him 30 Rs (even these electronic meters are rigged!!), I walked along the driveway to the entrance. The huge airconditioned edifice stood before me, intimidating, stifling.....!!!! I looked at the beehive hanging down from the roof....the bees were involved in a dance of their own...carefree creatures of the world. I took one deep breath and swiped my card. The whiff would last me a day...
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~Goyal
rain makes me nostalgic,
reminds me of football field,
it makes me buy ticket to go home
Aah, the rain... but are u sure the fresh odor u caught was not sulfur dioxide?? :p
@goyal: i guess everyone has some memories attached to rains !!
@zimbabao: u bet...nothin beats playin football in a slushy field with the raindrops getting into your eyes and open mouth.. :)
@cyborg: yucks...after innumerous chemistry pracs, i wud be a dodo not to know the smell of sulphur dioxide :p :))
crystal clear droplets mirroring moments lost in the years.
God Level
~Suren
@Suren: Thanks :)
it somehow reminds me of that post of yours about a jailed man in parole!!:)
@hems: hehe...interesting observation hems !! but yeah..i seriously feel like a person on parole when i'm outside !! :)
aaah!
@ojas: what shud i interpret it as pard'ner....the 'aaha' of delight or the 'aaaaaarrgghh' of despair ??? :p :p
Be blessed with the rain.. Come to Hyd to understand 'the physical theory of heat and energy distribution in the universe'. Think all the heat originates from here :p :p
@damak: the way blore weather is at the moment...i dont think i need to come to hyd to understand the heat distribution of the universe :((
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