... colorful paper boats on little rivulets of rain water.
... puddle jumping with friends.
... crazily driving my two wheeler up and down the streets of Visakhapatnam, unmindful of the pouring rain.
... stopping at a tea stall, soaked to the skin, to have some hot chai with mirapakaya bajji (big fat green chilli).
... being at the above mentioned tea stall, discussing the weather with like-minded strangers, just because you didn't have anywhere else to be.
... being at the beach while its raining. If you have never done it, it is just beyond words.
... my mom-made hot, spicy pakoda, and ginger chai.
... the smell when the summer rains quench the thirst of hot baked earth. how wonderful!
... holding on to the umbrella for dear life, wondering whether you or the inanimate thing would be the first to fly away. [yes, once upon a time I was that thin].
... chasing after said umbrella when it decides to call it quits. And of course, letting it go and find its own destiny.
... replaying the mental GPS reminding oneself which lanes would most likely be flooded, which wouldn't and thus need not be avoided.
... when above mentioned GPS fails, wondering how in the world to drive across that little sea of water, and praying desperately that your bike won't die on you.
... when the bike does die, embarrassingly trying to push that which is more than 3 times your weight, proudly refusing to look around for help.
ah.. I miss the Indian monsoons.
Its raining here, after a wonderful sunny day. Hence the unfettered nostalgia. :)
And I miss my dear bike. Driving a car in the rain, is not even close to being any fun. Its a chore and a bore.
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Makes one nostalgic of the younger days and the small harmless pleasures derived.The mnetion of milaga bajii and ginger chai makes the mouth drool.
Thanks for the post
I seem to have missed out on most of these pleasures... having never owned a bike :(
But I have enjoyed times standing on the beach in pouring rain and eating molaga bajjis... and these feelings are just unparalleled! :)
@KP-:)
@moonlight - ah.. you sure have missed out on one of the best pleasures there is. I like driving the car, but it comes only after the bike and bicycle.
Indian monsoon is no longer what it used to be. Now, roads turn into mini rivers and you are left wondering if the open manhole is beneath your foot. The days of running out into the rain and soaking it all up are just not the same. You would feel safer in the car these days! But the mirpakaya bhajis in the rain are still hard to beat!
awwww... have done all of the listed things, really the feeling of the first rain showers on your face that too on your bike is something out of the world... you made me miss Indian monsoons even more... nostalgia sob sob... lovely post :)
@radha - true. true. the debris that float in the collected rainwater nowadays make you despair. i fear, sometimes, that we have even managed to pollute the clouds.
@nirja - hello! thank you. I was reeling under a bout of nostalgia myself :) glad you know what I am talking about :D
Absolutely true, true! I miss all those things too.
@swapna - :)
loved those things!!now i miss my bandi!!
@anu - :) I know sweetie. I miss it too - yours and mine. :)
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