Monsoon mania

So finally the monsoon has arrived, though I am not really fond of it. It maybe the perfect time for couples to cootchie-coo under large umbrellas at Bandstand, but try getting into a rush hour local while its pouring and you will realize its not romantic at all. I really hate it when my feet become all dirty and I have to walk in ankle length deep waters that have god-knows-what things floating around. I get my holidays during the monsoons so I under virtual house arrest because my Mom gets hysterical every time it thunders. But still you can't really hate monsoons because it offers welcome respite from the heat and floods your mind with memories just like it floods your streets. I must say my English is getting better these days. Really now, comparing nostalgia with flood waters!

We Indians share a love- hate relationship with the monsoon. We pray that it starts raining when we can’t bear the summer heat anymore, but when it does, we start cursing it for the inconvenience it causes. After days of gazing at the sky, I finally got to see some dark clouds. I was studying when it showered a bit at 2 am. For the next one hour I was at the window enjoying the mystic smell and nostalgia crept in. but it raining only for a few minutes and in the morning nobody believed me because the roads weren’t wet. So I think I was the only one to catch the technically first rains.

The next day, the actual rains started. I was having my dinner but by the time I came out of the building, it had stopped raining. Sorely disappointed, I came back home only to be inundated with smses from friends who were soaking in the rain. I cursed my luck and went back to, what else, studying.

The next day, I was leaving for my exams when I was greeted by a dust storm and I stood in the middle of the road, rubbing my eyes. I almost got knocked off by an auto as I was hurrying to the station. The paper was rotten so everyone was in a pretty bad mood. My friends and I were waiting for the train when all of a sudden it started raining. I don’t know what got into us, we rushed out of the station and started giggling like anything. We weren’t all soaked because it wasn’t raining that heavily, but it did uplift my mood.
And I can never forget the way people at the station were staring. But then, who cares?
I was having the time of my life. I really got nostalgic on the way back home and was rewinding all the memories associated with the rains for the rest of the day. But then I got back with a thud when I was reminded of my pending papers. Trust the University to kill your mood. Hats off to them!