So, it’s a rainy Monday.
There are moments when rain makes me nostalgic and I want it never stops.
There are moments when I wish it never rains on a crazy week day or a on a busy weekend.
But, there are also another type of a day – when I can order a cup pf cappuccino and write a post sitting in a beautiful cafeteria, of course without missing the pittar patter outside . Yes , life is good when it offers tiny surprises. Just like it did today.
Rain reminds me of my crazy fights with Dad who never let me walk in the rain- he was always protecting me from germs , bacteria, cold and fever . 🙂
Rain reminds me of rainy days in school , my beautiful rain coats , flowery umbrellas and many many rainbows.
During growing up years , rainy days were my favorite for another reason – fritters for evening snacks , and “khichdi” ( something close to “Paella” to “rice and lentil soup” ) for dinner from Mom’s kitchen. Those things were season special and that’s how the wait for rain was special.
Occasionally,we had those little family special celebrations during cloudy weekends . Mom would play guitar , sing a song. Sometimes ,we would listen to Raag Malhar without understanding a single thing . Her voice and the sound of rain – made wonderful memories. 🙂
She is the candle bearer of arts and music in our science loving family.
She still sings , It rains still. Only I am away !
Nostalgia is like that . Sometimes ,places and people do not change . Some stories happen everyday without having you in it . You are somewhere else , being the protagonist of some new story , busy in creating other memories. 🙂
————How is your Monday so far? Is it sunny or cloudy? Do you love rain?—————–