I was famished. It wasn’t just a normal hunger. I practically yearned for rain. And finally, it happened. What a wonderful incoming it has been! It is raining since morning, and I feel like a weight of so many days has been lifted.
Rain is therapeutic.
I realized that I always walk looking at the path and around me, never having a look at the whole picture unravelling in front of me. But today, sneaking under my umbrella, I could see it. I could see everything in front of me like a projectile fired into space. And, it feels like a new world.
From my usual point, I returned from my walk. I wonder what lay ahead. It doesn’t seem interesting.
At the endpoint of the road, a Gurudwara and a Church lie next to one another. It looks as if they are mocking at the religious boundaries that exist between them or just standing their guard to one another. I couldn’t tell which one.
There is a patch of land with a small bench in between. It is covered by trees at the edges, giving it an appearance as someone comes here to sit alone.
I walked to the junction where three roads collapsed into a T formation. The rain has started again. It was the traffic lights. Thus it gave me ample time to look at faces when they stopped there. I have always had a fascination for faces. I never understood them, and the more I looked at one, the more perplexing it got. I wonder what they hid behind, plenty of emotions to be sure.
The handhelds are a boon. With one in hand, I could stand just at this junction and punch some words. A diary raises many heads, and it feels uncomfortable. It is too much of chaos. It risks the act of showing off (as perceived by the ones around). With handhelds, I can write at the moment of witnessing the moment.
Some people hate the rain. I also used to be one of them. The transition took its time.
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I walk through a corridor of shops where a tree has fallen from last nights heavy rainfall. Just a single fallen tree and the whole corridor seems like an abandoned part of the post-apocalyptic era. This place is just not the same.
I see children plunging intentionally into a patch of water. They must think of it as a river. I remember doing the same from my childhood.
I will miss the rainy season as I have never missed one as many as I have come across until now. The rain is therapeutic.