LS’s post and the heavy rain last night kindled my memories making me come up with my version of rain stories 🙂
I always have had this love hate relationship with rains. As a kid, mom never let us play in the rain for we (I and sis) had low immunity, though we were allowed to watch the rain from our balcony. I clearly remember the scene from my childhood where my sis used to stand next to me in the balcony and we both would put our hands out through the railings and catch those little drops of rain in our tiny hands. We would find a perfect time when mom is not watching and splash the caught rain water on each other 🙂 Over the years, it made me more happy to watch the rain rather than getting myself wet. I also love the climate, when the rain stops and the clouds clear up. Its kind of breezy, cold, fresh and yet with a dull cleared sky 🙂 That’s when we kids use to go on to the streets with plastic bags in our hands. We were a gang of 6 kids. The eldest anna (bro) would takes us to the streams of flowing rain water and we would catch tadpoles assuming they were fishes. If luck was on our side, we would get to catch a real fish. We would call the tadpoles fish babies 🙄 With grandma staying with us, bringing fish or anything such like was a strict no-no. Mom would somehow sneak in and give us an empty horlicks bottle to raise our so called fishes. In a closed environment with tap water, only a very few tadpoles would make it alive and when we see the tails growing, we called them yuck and threw them away.
After we moved on to our own house, we missed our friends terribly. There was no denying there. As I and sis were very close, we didn’t need the company of others, thankfully. Sis used to make small paper boats and we used to go on a quest finding a stream of water. We would play with boats until mom found us and dragged us back home. *all at the age of 16,17,18* 😛 These days, when I see the rain – I miss my sis by my side and those little paper boats that we made.
Things changed when I moved back to Bangalore. Rains were so frequent here. Before I knew it, I started to hate them. Clothes wouldn’t dry. I would fall sick, easily. Fast moving vehicles would splash dirty water, which means I have to be very careful walking on the road. Most problematic of all – traffic jams. I don’t know how only a light drizzle in Bangalore can cause a traffic jam for an hour and half. Thinking of rains and Bangalore, only one incident comes to my mind immediately. It was on 14th August 2008, my first year in Bangalore for the Independence Day. Little did I know that traffic would be worst on a rainy day. It was pouring heavily that day and I was travelling to Chennai for the long weekend (with 15th being Friday). I waited almost 1.5hrs in the bus stand before I got into a bus to railway station. Every small signal was jammed. My train was at 10.45Pm. I was still near J.C. Road at 9.40 and traffic didn’t seem to be moving at all. In next five minutes, the conductor said its better to start walking towards the station as the bus won’t make a move. With a suitcase and bag in hand, I started walking not knowing how long the station was really. To be frank, I didn’t know which way the station was. All I knew was, I have to reach the station somehow and make it to home. Rain still wasn’t showing any pity and it was pouring heavily. There was no one living being on the road. When I could find a person, I asked for the direction. Meanwhile I lost my slipper to one of the stream and it got torn. Jerkin was not very helpful too. Carrying a huge luggage, getting wet in the rain, walking bare foot in the stream of fast running water, running towards the station, getting innumerable calls from home, getting late for the train, never ending traffic, demanding 600rs for 3km ride in auto, no one showing right direction – I felt like crying and I gave up after 30 mins. I am asthmatic and running in rain with luggage worsened my condition. I sat for a bit (less than a min) and started running determined again. I also managed to find myself in a lone road with only one constable there who tried to take advantage – I ran from him too (I am not exaggerating here). At 10.35, I found the station nearing. But I had a long over-bridge ad a subway to cover. I ran with the maximum strength I had and boarded the train, just 2 mins before departure. Needless to say – the train was running perfectly on time that day. Many of my friends couldn’t make it and had to come the next day. The next three days at home were spent with high fever, sore muscles and all that – which is a different story! I call it my adventurous trip to Chennai even now – who thought I would run 6.5Km in the rain with luggage in both the hands 🙂
I can’t help but think of one particular incident with S as I think of rain. It was during our engaged period and we were busy shopping every weekend for our wedding. Most of our shopping was done during the rainy season in Chennai, since the wedding was in Feb. One such day, we both got really late from our shopping. It was half past 9 in the night I guess. As soon as we got down from bus, S said he would escort me home. We took our bikes and were going slowly talking to each other on the empty road. Suddenly it started pouring cats and dogs. Not being able to see the road, we took refuge under a big tree. The droplets falling off from the tree were bigger than the actual rain itself. We giggled a lot that day, for no particular reason and when rain showed no signs of slowing down; we enjoyed riding slowly back home. I don’t why, it remained etched in my heart as the most beautiful incident of mine with S.
When I think of rain, I can only think of this song – Revathi looks very cute and the composition by Illayaraja is too good. Actually I love this movie so much that I cant say how many times I have watched it now.
So, what are your rain stories?