It started to rain in Mumbai yesterday. The non-rainy times are quite hot now. And it's so soothing to see water everywhere. The trees are drenched and I look at them, as if they are new beings on my way. It's great to walk in the campus looking at these beautifully decorated trees and plants. All look calm, after the much awaited rain has come.
But, sad part is that, my health might start to get affected soon, because of the coldness that is about to accompany, in a few days. The roads would turn yucky, the cow dung floating here and there and the earthworms would wriggling around the walk ways. The clothes don't dry, the laundry baskets remain full all the time, more ironing required.
Nevertheless, for me, rain is lovely.
Rain brings forth nostalgia - of the loving memoirs of my unloved childhood, of my school, of my days of loving someone. The memories of loves and pains. The memories of scars and beauties. Probably yet another season of healing.
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