Rain...

This world is a beautiful thing.And Rain adds to its beauty…

Here,it rained for the first time this Sunday afternoon.For many it would have meant a spoilsport,drenching their plans to freak out.For a lone traveller like me,the first Rain brings back color,makes life all the more picturesque…

Amongst the many regrets I have about my life so far,one is never having Rain-danced.All I have done is heard the Rain,the virile wet winds grazing the other side of my window pane,knocking and asking to be let in…


I have never had the guts to defy the boundaries of the snug four walled structure people call home.And so I have deprived myself of witnessing nature at her best.Such things compell me to muse…it must be wonderfull to let the Rain sanctify you…Ah Rain….

Thunderstorms are even better.Every spark of lightening splits the pitch black sky into as many parts…and inspires the morone romance in our very own Bollywood flicks.


But of course,I have faced the aftermath of rain,who hasn’t?Puddles of unknown depth,slime ,mud and mosquitoes…my beloved Rain brings with it hordes of other less wanted things.

Nevertheless ,everytime it rains,I realise one thing is for sure…Time wouldn’t tick without Rain….