Rain rain go away…

Pitter…patter…patter… sip of tea, sizzling snacks, breeze whispering, an unplugged music, falling in love, listening to favorite tunes, smell of mud makes me go back to my childhood days.

Early morning , peeping out of window with an eye open … waiting… cuddling in the bed, then … Interrupt call from warden, ’Wake up girls! don’t keep false hope, get ready soon…’ Giving a glance at each other…woke up…Everyone became favorable and were ready to wait in the queue.

Thunderstorms thunder …

Ardently, waiting for a call… Phone rang … tring tring…and warden with a villainous smile, ’School is off!’

Jollification of rain around the city …

Sprinting at terrace, our swimming pool...for few hours… Hopping, slipping and hooting out each other’s name… calling the neighbor friends… dancing on the tunes of Bollywood tracks ‘Chak dhoom dhoom... ‘ and splashing water on each other.

And when it returns … forcefully , stepping out …

The anger dance by parents with a towel in hand begun. Shivering, sneezing around, … but still wanted to play out, play to the end splash of water and have sizzling dishes… for the play of tongue… looking around for a colorful rainbow when sunshine play hide and seek from clouds; makes me remember every move but as we grow, we forgot to feel every drop of the rain that is trying to say something…

Pretending to talk , People are praying for the holy rain. It’s destined… it doesn’t occur when we need it. But when it showers, people take shelter and start screaming once again –‘Rain rain go away, come again another day…’

Questioned?

Is it the happiness or cry of the sky? Still an untold journey by sky….