Indians have a wonderful love-hate relationship with the monsoon... when it doesn't arrive, people pray and wish and hope that the dark clouds bring forth some relief! After all, considering the heat in most Indian cities, the dwellers can probably laugh at the face of hell!! And when the monsoon finally arrives, people get all excited, unpacking their raincoats and gum-boots (designed by Anamika Khanna if you please!), umbrella in hand and smiles at the mercy of the elusive Rain God! Unfortunately, this happiness is short lived. Thanks to the amazing maintainence of the City Muicipality, the roads soon get waterlogged and the potholes that were promised to be filled in the election portfolios get merrily flooded. So from welcome Monsoon, its soon damn the Monsoon! But Mr. Monsoon rejoices in sending his little raindrops, people's complains be damned!!
And yet, as teenagers, we love the rain! No matter how much we say "We are almost adults now" in our dignified voices, rains turn us all into ten-year-olds! One furtive glance to check if anyone's seeing and then, JUMP IN THE PUDDLE!! Or maybe dance in the rain... singing Barso re Megha Megha! Or getting the scooty out just when the drizzle begins, pretending that I had no idea that I would get drenched! Maybe growing up brings in expectations of being sophisticated or behaving matured! But the rains bring out the child in me. The chance to be a kid... my last chance to be a kid!
As a kid, we all wanna grow up at the earliest. Its cool to be an adult, right?? Not really. I understand that now. I have a lot of time to grow up. But very less time to be a child. So as long as I can, I'll be a child and jump in the puddles and soil my clothes. I know soon, these little joys will become wishful memories! So Mr. Monsoon, I am waiting for you...
My birthday will bring in the rains... and a year more to my life. But I and Mr. Monsoon will dance as if I shrank a year younger...
Hold that thought!
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