LOVING MONSOON.......

                          

                     Rain is one of the most beautiful phenomenon I've ever seen. And I always loved it to watch when it rains. I think the word rain itself has got a lovely rhythm in it, like when raindrops hit the floor, the trees and in the metal roof of our car shed.

                     Rain is like a best friend. It can soothe my emotions. And it always flows according to my mood swings. When am happy, it laughs. When am sad it cries along with me. Sometimes like a boyfriend, loving me back when I love it, and teasing me at times. making me smile, sharing my joy, hurting too, getting romantic with me. Or like an enemy, when I hate it, hating me back.

CHILDHOOD MEMORIES :

                           I loved it to watch rain from childhood,sitting in my room through the window.Don't know, but it gives some sort of happiness. 

                                         I don't remember getting a chance to get wet in the rain. My mum never allowed, thou I loved to.......

                                             

                                                       

                    Since our new academic years used to start at monsoon, I loved it going to school with new uniform, new umbrella, new bag, new shoes, socks and all. It will all smell new at the first day, but the rain will take away all its new smell.

                    I still remember how we kids loved it to take off our wet socks as soon as we reach our classroom in the rain, and sit with our cold bare feet. Sometimes our classrooms used to get dark during rain, and teachers wont take any lesson then (only in lower divisions), then we used to play sitting there making noise.

                   Next thing I loved was to make writings in the foggy mirror of our school bus.

               When I was in school, I loved it to share my umbrella with my best friend so that both of us can get wet in the rain  and when reach classroom, the whole desks and benches will be wet  of the umbrellas and bags of the students who came earlier. And we used to have small fights because of that.

                 We used to pile up our umbrellas all together at some corner of our class and will be in a hurry to get it to run towards our school bus when the last bell strikes.

WHEN I GREW UP :

  

                 Walking in the rain, managing to hold the umbrella straight, with hair and duppatta swinging in the heavy wind, and feeling that cold wind and rain drops against my face was a feeling beyond description. 

                    Whenever I saw those rain clouds all gathering together, and when it gets dark all around I feel as if someone whom I was eagerly waiting for is coming for me and only for me.

                                                          

                                               

                                       

             

          Nothing is more beautiful than watching those rain drops dripping from leaves and roof..

                                              

                      And if get a chance to drive in the rain playing sweet melodies nothing will be more romantic.....

                                          

                                      

       

LOVE AT MONSOON :

                             Its my dream to get married at month of monsoon, probably during June July.

Or to go on a bike ride with my sweetheart while its raining,sitting so close to him hugging him.

And to sleep at night, while its raining outside, listening to soft music, thinking only and only about him hugging my pillow..........

                                         

                                  And to walk in the rain holding his hands...

                                        

                  

                                                   

                                                  

  But this rain makes me cry too..........but still i love her...