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RAIN DANCE

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girl in the rain

Rain… by ~spider13bug

                                                                                                                                                                         

The smell of the wet mud, everything clean, beautiful green trees and the streets full of brollies of different sizes and colours – this season is simply spellbinding. People may despise this season but I belong to the opposite group.

      As there is a reason for everything-from dusting a clean table to reading old newspapers – I have cooked up an inexplicable reason to back up my liking. When the tiny drops hit the earth, memories of yesteryears come flooding back. During my school days the thing I liked most ­­_ apart from bonfire and my parents’ visit to school –was rain. It was not until the 10th standard I had the freedom to get wet.

     The season had its share of disadvantages too, but even the slimy leeches did not deter us pals from frolicking in the playground. Even during the drizzle we hit the road, our school building a clean 15 minutes  hike, making our way between the pine trees along the sides of the road.

    The trickle would take its own sweet time to subside. Meanwhile, we pranced around as if the road was our private property with no teachers in sight to stop us from sleeping on the road or performing rain dance.

    By the time we reached our destination, we would be thoroughly wet. It’s not that we couldn’t afford an umbrella or run but the feeling when the drops touch bare flesh surpasses heavenly bliss. One needs to feel the spirit of the season. The thought of our teachers taking us to task wouldn’t matter much as long as the drops rejuvenated the parched earth. During my study in Delhi, the rainy season never seemed to end. Back then we had to think twice before venturing out. Even if we summoned enough courage to do so, we were allowed out only under the watchful eye of the local guardians.

     An edition of chicken soup states that life is a chain of rainy days as rain helps shape up our lives. The most hated season is like sugar that makes food tastier, even while it’s not as important as other ingredients like oil and salt.

    I don’t mean to entice people into running out into the rain. But seasons are like different flavours provided by the grace of Almighty to spice up our lives. As tastes differ, so do the seasons.

 

September 2006

this Piece was my first article to be published in “The Himalayan Times” after  many disheartening rejections and as it is  and it will always be  a pure joy to see my name in print :)

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7 thoughts on “RAIN DANCE

  1. Congrats on seeing your name in print! :D

  2. You make me want to go out and play in the rain….maybe when it warms up a little….Diane

  3. When I originally commented I clicked the -Notify me when new comments are added- checkbox and now each time a comment is added I get four emails with the same comment. Is there any way you can remove me from that service? Thanks!

  4. I have been sick, but I am well now and i love your words Srijana! Thanks for the lift! God bless and much love to you always!!!!!

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