As a kid, the rain was an experience that was as awesome as it could get; playing in the rain, making paper boats and splashing about in puddles after classes are all memories that have grown sweeter with time.
It’s fun looking back, but as this year’s Independence Day has come and gone, it’s given me a newfound appreciation for the beautiful season that is monsoon. As the summers grow warmer and the winter’s bite, it’s nice having a cup of tea in the rain as I stay the night at the resort near Pune; and relaxing as the soft pitter patter of the rain morphs into a lullaby in the background.
I remember how the rains would always show up during Independence Day practice, as we quietly celebrated not having to stand in the harsh sun. The soft grey clouds rolling across the sky, bringing relief and joy with it. Even now the monsoons are some of my favorite months of the year, the revival of the Earth after the hot summers and the celebrations that come with it are still as special as they were then