Rains,,,,,

Whatever misconceptions I had of being a great writer, have been washed away with the monsoons,,,, yes!!! The rains are finally here,, I could almost close my eyes and imagine being in Assam. Getting back to my original topic, the traffic through my blogs pages has been so heavy, the sloths, snails and tortoises are finding it tough going,,,

The rains are finally here, Hyderabad is looking like a new place, altogether.. Rains are a major trigger to nostalgia, I keep remembering the rains in my home-town, it used to go on for days on end, the water falling from the roofs, making deep holes in the ground below, the smell of wet earth,,,,leaves, freshly washed and green, people scuttling from place to place,, huddled under umbrellas, rain-gear on,,fires burning inside every house-hold, partly to ward off the chills, and partly to keep all the washing dry,, fritters and roasted corn cobs, by the fire-side, watching soaps and movies on cable,,,,calling up friends, on the landline....chatting for hours, until one of mum's scowls finally penetrates, and cuts them short...going for classes, in the rain, three people under a single umbrella, each one ending up, more soaked than dry,,,

I could go on and on,,,Rains always seem to improve my moods, and make me less grumpy a person,, I have never been one for sunny boring days, where there is simply no mystery,,cloud filled rainy days are full of the unexpected, the pregnant clouds looking to empty their loads, and you seeking to stay a step ahead,, I love this time of the year, and now that I know Hyderabad too has rains, like this, I love this place even more,,,

PS. I have started work on my book,,,it starts on a pavement in Hyderabad, one rainy evening,,,,