You could ask is Rain Good? Many in Kolkata today would not be of the opinion of it is good but it was Good for me and that is what it matters.
Started with a long wait under the skimpy Umbrella I own (the monsoon hit me on my face reminding me that an Umbrella is on the wait list since ages ) and with each moment I tried to belay under its protection , I secretly made a promise to myself about the big grand ones available up in my hometown. I am surely gonna get one in my next visit home.
Started with a long wait under the skimpy Umbrella I own (the monsoon hit me on my face reminding me that an Umbrella is on the wait list since ages ) and with each moment I tried to belay under its protection , I secretly made a promise to myself about the big grand ones available up in my hometown. I am surely gonna get one in my next visit home.
Somehow after about an hour's struggle I found myself comfortable and smiling in my squeaky sandals in my office floor. I could see several beaming faces flashing their whites with the excitement and vigor although we are no farmers.
Far in the distance the downpour had already started striking its venom felling down trees and splashing kichar all over some innocent souls (perhaps their yesterlife karma). Outside the footpath vendors were desperately trying to operate their makeshift hotels, people were running helter skelter determined to win this waging battle against the tease of nature.
Although I stay in Kolkata this was a lovely sight , pretty adventurous. The walk back home was equally enthralling with queues of people trying to get back home, I usually walk back home and this weather did not dither but rekindled my spirits , enchanting my soul to make me nostalgic of my childhood days, the days when we use to run downhill in pouring rain, enjoy a game of soccer in muddy fields splashing a goal here and there.
Its cool after especially after gulping down a sip of hot Darjeeling Tea.
woha its wonderful!!
