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GIMME A monsoon BREAK!



It’s raining heavily…There’s nothing like hot snacks on a cool rainy weekend. I remember…when I was in A.P, we (me n my sis) waited for rain…[But kaun samjhaae hum bechaare bachhon ko k bin mausam barsaat sirf filmo me common hai…Real life it’s too rare.] We enjoyed artificial rain. Had a pipe in paa’s hands and he showered that from faaaaaar away and we danced like any thing…
And how can I forget that red velvet bug??? “Choti-moti”… That bug was kinda ‘touch me not’ plant..It was sooooooo soft to touch...caz it had a velvet coat on its whole body and li'l black eyes n light red legs...When u hold n pick that up in ur hands, it reduces its size and closes all its legs n hands whatever.. N open karwaane k lie we sang a poem.
The lines follows…
Choti moti, biriyaa moti, tera mama laddu laya..laal darwaza khol de…

Believe me…It did the same…Saare pair khol ke chalne lagti thi… Imagine…A red bug on the green grass…AWESOME….
And the games we played in rainy seasons…For cosiness, we cousins closed ourselves in a room and spread the floor with talcum powder and danced thru the room…Oh god!!! Sweet memories…
They’ve just disappeared suddenly with the time…
I need a break…A monsoon break!!! That too @ Andhra. With my cousins. No work, no studies, nothing doing except senseless and meaningless conversations and games…

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  1. hehe reminds me the school days..when u used to catch the bugs n take them to classrooms in matchboxes..sometimes drop in someone's(girl) shirt also..ya at times we are naughty :P..

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    1. Hey Caroline, I am glad that you read this blog. I had to translate your comment to understand that my blog helped you in anyway. :)
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