Rains!!! They always have something attached to them, don’t they?
The thunders, the lightning, even the power cuts, and above all The Memories! The Bitter-Sweet Memories!!
No matter how hard we try to forget them or bury them deep inside our hearts, the first rain has some power that just breaks them free..
The paper boats made with friends as a child…
The garam chai and the pakore platter enjoyed amongst the laughter of the family…
The hours spent in rain crying the heart out over silly teenage fights..
The hours spent dreaming about your love and wishing they were with you…
The list goes on…
They just keep pouring from the hearts abyss, long after the raindrops recede.
The heart continues its journey into the past recollecting the moments that once gave it a hope.. a strength and the love!!!
And somewhere along the journey it returns to the present, its hands filled with the gift of renewed hopes and begins the old life afresh.. getting drenched in the happiness that surrounds everywhere after the rain,.. Enjoying the scents of the past and cherishing each moment of the present creating new memories in the pockets washed clear by the rains…
And awaits the next rains, to once again begin a journey down the lanes which otherwise lay forgotten…
The thunders, the lightning, even the power cuts, and above all The Memories! The Bitter-Sweet Memories!!
No matter how hard we try to forget them or bury them deep inside our hearts, the first rain has some power that just breaks them free..
The paper boats made with friends as a child…
The garam chai and the pakore platter enjoyed amongst the laughter of the family…
The hours spent in rain crying the heart out over silly teenage fights..
The hours spent dreaming about your love and wishing they were with you…
The list goes on…
They just keep pouring from the hearts abyss, long after the raindrops recede.
The heart continues its journey into the past recollecting the moments that once gave it a hope.. a strength and the love!!!
And somewhere along the journey it returns to the present, its hands filled with the gift of renewed hopes and begins the old life afresh.. getting drenched in the happiness that surrounds everywhere after the rain,.. Enjoying the scents of the past and cherishing each moment of the present creating new memories in the pockets washed clear by the rains…
And awaits the next rains, to once again begin a journey down the lanes which otherwise lay forgotten…
like your post.
ReplyDeleteI love the rains ,They make me a kid again , happy carefree ...
keep it up...
Take care
the smell awaits you :)
Thanks...
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it :)
Rain drenches the heart with many many memories. Probably, every blogger will have a post dedicated to rain!
ReplyDeleteYou made me feel nostalgic again!
Good one!
I agree, every blogger will have a post for rains..
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks :)
nice post!keep it up!writing can be liberating just as the rain & its smell!:)
ReplyDeletethanks aveek :)
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