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Tuesday, September 11, 2012

As I am writing this article, its pouring outside, rain oh! the beautiful rain.
The thunder,  the lightning and me all tucked up in my sheets I can hear the rain hitting on the roof in the next building.
Rain the giver of life, the reason for so many of our bollywood romantic songs,just the clap of thunder and there she goes dancing in the rain, soaked to the skin.
Without the seasonal  rains in India and in mumbai, is like Happy without birthday,
The rains particularly in the countryside has a magical effect on its surroundings, few days ago patches of dry arid land now turn into huge rivers, and tiny waterfalls dot the hills ... a sight to behold, the green fields and the paddy saplings joyously swaying in the breeze.Oh the wonderful rain.
The birds have their own way of enjoying themselves the pigeons sit on the rooftops with their wings spread as if to welcome the showers....Oh the wonderful rain.
The smell of the wet mud, and the beautiful sky just waiting to descend ..Oh the wonderful rain.


Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

She stood all alone on the crowded platform, and despite the milling crowds around her she seemed lonely, she was sobbing into her kerchief, silently her whole body quivering with every sob.
My mind raced to the time, when I too felt that way, the only difference was I was walking in the rain, the hot tears rushing and the cool cool rain drops on my cheek is a memory that is diffcult to erase.
I was so frustrated over an issue that did not seem to see any light, and the worst part was I had to handle it with kid gloves, thats not me ! I am the tell it as it is, call a spade a spade type, so this was the fake me, and that got to me the only way out, sob silently and it felt much better after that hot and cold experience. Of course the issue got sorted out, and then it was happy days for me.
Back to the girl on the platform, the train came in and she disappeared into it, and I will never,  never know what made her cry, maybe the train was taking her far from her misery or maybe taking her to it. Bless her where ever she maybe.