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Gimme a monsoon break- 2



“Is this the time you should come to the class? Can’t you be regular?, my teacher exclaimed. It was her usual way of reacting. I still remember her enraged face whenever she saw a student coming to the class late. It got on to her nerves when anyone would ask permission to get inside the class.

“I actually waited for a long time for the rain to stop ma’m, that’s why it took so long to reach the school. I thought I could make it here when the rain eased a bit, but…” I cooked up a story, with the completely innocent face and thought she might be convinced. Nope…It was rainy season. She asked me the reason why I didn’t wear a raincoat or have umbrella. How could I say, I wanted to be drenched n I love rains??? I was punished that day. Yeah, I enjoyed being punished. She asked me to stand outside ma classroom. Yeah!!! There he was…the bright sun. That was the bestEST punishment I’ve had ever got. Being doused in rain and getting dry under the sun…amazing.

It’s raining, finally! It is really hard to stay dry while it’s raining. My sis’s schools have been started. When she goes to school carrying an umbrella. She’s not at all like me. She likes to enjoy rainy season sitting @ home.
Rainy season brings lots of memories in mind. I still love making paper boats and I love the feel of rain on ma face, and my bare feet on the wet ground. I took out an old newspaper and made six to seven boats with it. Meanwhile my mother in law peeped inside my room and saw me doing that childish act. She laughed loud and went away saying, “Carry on my girl”… Oh! I loved that. After all the boats were ready, (each diff size…) I arranged them in ascending order (of size) and put it in the rain water collected in our balcony. Yeah!!! I enjoyed watching the speed of ma li’l boat drifting in rain water. They were made of papers so, slowly started to sink. My smiling face slowly turned cheerless. I cursed the rain again and again. Then went away.



My choice amends now and then. I love rain as well as hate it when it is continuous. I like to enjoy it sitting @ the window with a cup of coffee in hand. (All though the same smile on my face can never come back by watching rain sitting @ window.) I love the smell of wet sand, I love the dew drops on leaves after rain, I love the wet and cold wind blows in this season. But I hate heavy rains, anyway...

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There are certain moments in life when our childhood memories get charged up and make us smile. Childhood fantasies fade with time. But, like many other things in my life, rain brought me back in my yesteryears, making me realize once again that life is about moving, enjoying and dreaming.

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