Paaoos! Pitter Patter & Peter

That pretty much sums up this glorious night. As well as being a fabulous, fresh return to writing after eeeons (Inglees is a phunny lengvage, no?).

Baarish aur mitti ki taazi khushboo. Automatically break into rashtriya bhaasha when inspired or in a good mood.

It starts pouring suddenly without warning and you feel like singing and dancing like they do in Marathi movies. Then its like the rain suddenly remembers its falling in Amma's singara land and falls intermittently, gradually petering out like it never happened.

Its been too long and too many years of watching the rain fall outside my window. And only staring into and at too many Windows.

Miss the rain gear.  Loved my raincoat during school years--a bright cheery pattern on lemon yellow. Plastic sandals from Bata. Ah, those were the wonder years indeed.