As i was drying my hair after getting back to my hostel room...all drenched ...looking pretty much like a wet hen...i opened up my mouth to check out the colour of my tongue. no not black, but still it does the job.
yesterday i closed my blog with a mock rhetorical question asking what are the chances of getting a rain today. Rain in may, in delhi? yea anybody would stand by me if i say thats wishful thinking.
Well thats what happend today...and it poured..bucketfuls came thrashing down.
But i guess theres something amazingly refreshing about a summer rain. It starts with the smell of earth and sight of people running caught out without umbrellas and just the relief from the scorching heat. Summer rains are pretty common down in Kerala. Before the monsoons hit by late may and just at teh peak of the heat in april it would rain. And very often since i used to spend my summer holidays in Bharananganam with my grandparents these rains also meant good times at the river. The pretty much dried up and muddy mirky Meenachil river will bulge with green fast flowing water from the hills. Me and my cousin would go running to the river and spend hours at a strech in those afternoons. And teh best place for cover when it rains - of course under the water of the river. :) The unconcerned mind worked that ways. As kids you never worried about getting drenched when it rained. My mother used to warn me to get out of teh seasons first rain as it often brought diseases. Old wives tale or not. it never mattered.
But today as i made my way towards a shelter when the clouds burst over Delhi the memories of those rains in Bharananganam never came to my mind. The mind of the half manager was preoccupied with keeping my new shoes out of the puddles that were developing and of not getting mud drops on my trousers. Sometimes i feel the greatest gift a man could ever ask from god is a boon to stay a kid for life.