These Rains...

Yesterday Bengaluru was washed by season's first rain, bringing cool and relief. It rained the whole evening. As it had been quite sometime that my face was hit by those pristine tiny drops, I went walking from the office to home- a distance of 8 kms.

The rain drops on my face and my arms felt like heaven. The aroma of wet mud was wafting through my heart. The breaths were deep and full. The leaves of trees gently touching my cheeks. There was silence in my mind. Everything appeared so beautiful- that dog running for cover, that man selling boiled nuts, that woman covering her head with her pallu, that boy jumping in that puddle, that cow in the middle of the road unmindful of anything...

There was celebration of life. Trees looked decked up, flowers refreshed, mud fragrant, animals lively and feelings deep. There is some strong link between rains and old memories. Suddenly you put brakes to the hustle-bustle of routine. Life goes on a rewind mode. Your school days, your college days, that smile of your teacher, that arm of that close friend on your shoulder, that morsel of your mother, that endearing touch of your father, that ringing of bell of your bicycle, that 'Mere Hansini... kahan uda chali' song of Kishore Kumar, that hot mirchi bhaji and chha, that Chemistry lab, that bespectacled lecturer, that eyes of that beggar standing at the college gate, that old jeans you wore full semester, that feeling of freedom... so much time seems to have passed.

Rains are so fertile.