Rains bring different memories to different people. While some go back to paper boats and puddles, others are reminded of the worst of traffic jams. A long time back a boy told me that he had never in life enjoyed in the rain by choice. My question is, how can you not?
It rained today.
I was talking to a Delhi boy a few days ago and he told me that he had, never in his life, voluntarily enjoyed the rains! What? Although, I can’t really blame him. The rain here brings much more problems with it, the traffic, the dirty puddles and extreme humidity amongst many others.
Being raised on a hill station, I have always loved the rains. Me and my bestfriend would never take our umbrellas to school. This was when we were teenagers and thought we may find the love of our life offering us an umbrella. Never happened but we enjoyed it all. The fog and chilly winds made it even more beautiful and sipping on some tea while you watch TV was the best thing ever.
As children though, our parents took great care during the rainy season because it would rain days and nights straight. We had raincoats that would stink and had a pouch space for our school bags to fit on. On top of the raincoat we had an umbrella too and gumboots were quite common. I remember sometimes the rains were so heavy that some kids would still school dripping wet and they were asked to strip so the sisters at school could iron their clothes. Too many stories to talk about.