Wednesday, 6 March 2013

Rain rain come again




I remember that in 1964 when I was in my 4th standard, I was walking home from my friend’s house, when it suddenly started raining heavily. One moment it was dry and the next moment it poured like a cloud burst. I did not run for shelter, but enjoyed getting drenched and went home wet as a dog in a rainy day. It was a long walk; 20 minutes, and I enjoyed each and every moment of the shower.
The next opportunity came when I was in my college, in 1973. Me and my friend walked to his house. It was a thirty minute walk. Once again every drop of rain was relished by both of us. We were just young, when life is full of fun and getting wet is a look forward experience.
The third time it was in 1981. I was a representative. I used to meet doctors. One rainy day me and my colleague from another company got caught in a torrential rain, which lasted for more than 12 hours. We were dripping wet throughout the day. We made few calls. There was knee deep water in all the roads. We were not keen on going home. We put our bags in a relative’s house, and went to a nearby theater to see a movie. The shows were running house full.  It explains the die hard Indian who will brave all obstacles and yet make it to the most sacred place in India- that is the cinema theater.
We two were also die-hard. We took an electric train and traveled 20 kilometers to see the same movie in a suburb.
We came out at  6 PM, reached the relative’s house at 7 , continuously getting wet in the pouring rain, and finally reached home by 8. We had been wet for 12 hours.
Next day, we were back to work, in usual good health. 
After that there were many rains, but they were not the opportunities for getting wet.  I was either reaching office, or on some social call, were keeping dry was more important.
Yester evening in 2013, as I was walking home, the rain drops fell, first on my cheeks. Few drops, one at a time. It was on a lonely road where there was no shelter. I said what the heck, it has been such a long time, let me get wet.
I removed my cell and placed it in my pant pocket, safe and dry, wrapped in my kerchief. Then the drops became bigger, and heavier. Yes ,the same feel was there. The child in me surfaced and delighted in each and every drop that wet my face, flowed down from my hair, trickled down my neck, and changed my blue shirt into a darker color. The shirt stuck to me like a second skin, and my pant was pasted with the wet mud from the road.
I reached home soaked to the skin, reliving my child hood carefree days.
Rain is good, beautiful delightful, for those who like to and can get wet.
Next time it rains do not miss the experience, if you are like me; a person who like to get wet in the rains.                                  


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