Rain
Rain.. It's been raining incessantly for a couple of days now and even though the road outside in non-venturable, I love it. Whether it's the thunderous clasps of lightnings, the sudden chill, or the windy gales that make the rain fall almost horizontal and gives one sleepless nights due the the shivering windows, or even the drenched roads that now seem to have a whole new identity - all washed and gulping in the water. For almost 18 years of my life, I have had a memorable affair with rain. Back in Pondicherry, when the monsoons would come by during November, I was forever there to welcome her. And while we rehearsed our drills, getting drenched to the bones and teeth chattering our way to conversations with my friends, she never made me hate her. Even though my dress would get dirty beyond any detergent to wash, or the roads too flooded to walk, let alone cycle, or even the beach road too windy to walk on, I loved her. Getting wet in the rain, I realized later on, was a joy