Return of the Rains !

 

Looking at the sky to the changing colors and moods
as the summer breeze cools down giving way to the rain
as the tiny droplets dance to the tune of breeze till it finally hit the sand
splashing all the way, declaring its arrival, making me wonder
is it the mighty you, or you know, I would be watching you all the way!
Do you still remember that little girl in frock playing in the rain, hidden -
away from an unknown world beyond the walls in the protective arms of her mother
unaware of the challenges she will face and the griefs she will bear
As she played in the tiny raindrops with her little hands
and sometimes popping out her little head in rain
did you know, you wont hurt her, that She will always  be happy to see you.

 
My hands are not little anymore, I still love playing in rain
but why is it that every time your droplets touch me
it hurts, though it never pierced, bringing tears in my eyes.
Is it that you know me too well that you wash away  my  tears without a trace;
You with your mighty thunders and lights still know that I’m not afraid-
that I’ll never be afraid of you, but  will be waiting;
those little hands may have gave way to wrinkled, weary fingers,
though time cant change much to the memories of those rainy days!

PS: Im totally in love with the summer rain in Bengaluru! Its a rainy treat everyday, what a way to end a summer day :) 

The pic is taken from deviantart.com

Random Thoughts - On a Rainy Day..!!

 

New Year, New Resolutions, Promises to finish all those you have started yet left half way, yet it also brings the untainted memories of childhood. Was that the winter rain outside, pouring mercilessly trying to come inside my glass door or was it because of the Kishore Kumar voice melodiously and melancholy coming out of the radio or was that the hot cup of coffee on a rainy day which did the trick!! Yes, I do miss, my childhood days, my celebrations at home, playing around grandpa and those garam onion pakodas of my granny, its all running behind with past leaving me ahead.

I'm back to one of my somber moods missing my childhood days and pals wondering what I’m doing in this city.

Memories brings again those days of innocence where rain meant unending play in water and getting soaked, where celebration meant sharing one piece of cake among ten people, where impossible meant just another word from dictionary you didn’t want to pronounce., where fight meant your little arguments to sit on your favorite chair, where friends meant forever unconditionally, where Love was Papa's share of extra candy than others, where care was moms way of tugging you up and giving goodnight kiss, where grandpa was the best story teller than today’s thriller movie, where fashion was following Mama's style, where tears were meant to bring dear ones closer, Where life was lived with each moment cherished. I wonder did I left all that in the past
Wish I could just push a button to go back and pause there forever..!

I’m back after a long sabbatical, I guess everyone needs a break, but I feel more alive here penning down the thoughts. I missed you all and I know that I have a lot to catch up…

Happy New Year to All, lets live every moment of your life full, so that looking back, you don’t have a moment to regret..!!

Between You and Me

Tears running down cheeks,

She cried until she saw him, smiling at her,

She knew its fine now, nothing can go wrong

He took her hand and she made her first step

That was years ago. Now when I walk with Pa slowly to his pace, hearing him telling about my childhood stories, I smiled wondering, things haven’t changed much. I am still that emotional, sensitive, stubborn person though I am not a chatterbox anymore. Pa was asking about my career, job and of course finally my marriage. I knew this was coming, but hearing from Pa was a different thing coz he never accepted that I have grown up and them suddenly he was talking about his daughters’ marriage. I saw that ease again in me that I was always comfortable talking to Pa about anything and everything, there was nothing to hide, he just knew everything.

Last some weeks I was stuck up with my work, having not enough time to talk to anyone. I heard my pals complaining, asking me to slow down. Lot of festivals passed without much celebration; even during diwali I surprised myself by separating myself from the crowd. I guess it was essential. Finally I was ready to give an answer to Pa. Amma was always a silent spectator; she knew she can’t influence me the way Pa do.

I haven’t really accepted the thing that I am getting old so I should start looking before “I get out of the market” in broker’s terms. But then I don’t have enough time and have to do a dozen things. Times ahead might be tough but surely interesting though in between I may bid farewell to Mumbai with memories for a life time and few people in mind, which I am sure, a part of my life.

Guys, I am back to blogging… now onwards I am sure that you can see me regular on your post and comments J

I know I have a lot to cover….