Thursday, September 01, 2011

Tale of a Rainy Afternoon - Musings India

Tale of a Rainy Afternoon - Musings India

It was a dull dark afternoon. The clouds thundered in the distant background, accompanied occasionally by a silver streak of lightning. Ramya sat by the window in her room, and heard the sound of raindrops falling on the roof. A strong wind opened the windows suddenly and the cool raindrops splashed against her face. As she extended her hand quickly to close the window, she was reminded of those other rainy days,much long ago.

Her earliest memories of the rains were confined to splashing about in the puddle when coming home from school. The kids of the street welcomed the rains with their paperboats, while their anxious mothers shouted at them for getting soaked in the rain. Sometimes heavy rainfall would result in unannounced holidays from school, and little Ramya was sure every kid in town that night went to sleep with a half finished homework and a prayer to the rain God that the showers continue throughout the night.           

Long power cuts in the evening were common during the monsoons, when the entire family would gather in the verandah. Antakshari was played often to pass the time, while their mother would scurry to and fro from the kitchen, supplying them with mouth watering hot snacks ranging from pakoras and bread rolls. Occasionally when the rain would stop for a while, the kids would accompany their father to the halwai, and come back armed with samosas and jalebis.


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