Today it is R's turn to vent out............
I grew up in a place where it never rained even once in a year. We would get rains like once in two years, there have been occasions when people would pray for rains. And then i came to India, and one of my favourite delights have been watching the rains splatter to gloryyy!!!!
For me rain always bring back good memories..... I call them the Rain Memories........ There are a couple of em.... me sitting at the table in my room in my old flat one evening, the table being in front of a window with the sun rays filtering away to death.........and it starts trickling, then drizzling and then pouring away.......
Sitting at my table and watching the raindrops splattering away....the air seeming crystal clear, the breeze making me feel alive.......
My next memory being having given my medical entrance exams and coming back home when it started raining and i spent nearly half an hour walking in the rain!!!! It was a walk of triumph, of having won my booty and feeling relieved!!!!!! i reached home and stood in the rain till i was drenched to my bone and i felt one in sync with the skies......
The next memory was after i won myself my girl's love and got stuck in the rain while returning from a battle for a future..... got stuck in the rain, well needless to say i walked/danced and went home. It was dawn and it wasnt a pleasant feeling to get drenched and chilled....
The last memory has me with my girl in Central Park, New York. But this wasnt as pleasant as the other ones coz we had to huddle ourselves in a small subway station. But we did walk in the rain after the downpour calmed down.All the same they are the Rain Memories!!!!!
I grew up in a place where it never rained even once in a year. We would get rains like once in two years, there have been occasions when people would pray for rains. And then i came to India, and one of my favourite delights have been watching the rains splatter to gloryyy!!!!
For me rain always bring back good memories..... I call them the Rain Memories........ There are a couple of em.... me sitting at the table in my room in my old flat one evening, the table being in front of a window with the sun rays filtering away to death.........and it starts trickling, then drizzling and then pouring away.......
Sitting at my table and watching the raindrops splattering away....the air seeming crystal clear, the breeze making me feel alive.......
My next memory being having given my medical entrance exams and coming back home when it started raining and i spent nearly half an hour walking in the rain!!!! It was a walk of triumph, of having won my booty and feeling relieved!!!!!! i reached home and stood in the rain till i was drenched to my bone and i felt one in sync with the skies......
The next memory was after i won myself my girl's love and got stuck in the rain while returning from a battle for a future..... got stuck in the rain, well needless to say i walked/danced and went home. It was dawn and it wasnt a pleasant feeling to get drenched and chilled....
The last memory has me with my girl in Central Park, New York. But this wasnt as pleasant as the other ones coz we had to huddle ourselves in a small subway station. But we did walk in the rain after the downpour calmed down.All the same they are the Rain Memories!!!!!
