This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 55; the fifty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with Rashmi Kumar, the author of Hooked, Lined and Single and Jyoti Arora, the author of Lemon Girl.
It was a Saturday evening. My friend and I planned to study Biology as the public examinations were approaching faster than we expected. We went to the terrace with our +2 Biology book. The time was four when we started reading the first paragraph, after which we spoke about our school stories, and time flew away.
The first chilled breeze of the monsoon nipped my face, and the clouds turned dark. We exclaimed in one voice, Hey, it’s going to rain. The first raindrop fell on us, it excited us within, and made us wait for the next few. And that’s it, we kept our books safe, and got ready to enjoy that lovely cool rainy evening. Our excited hearts were filled with joy, eyes were filled with happiness.
And it started to drizzle. We chased each other in the rain, sang a Tamil Song (oh oh megam vandhadhae), and we danced in the rain, as if we are the Angels sent by God to dance in that rain. The rain kissed us, patted us, and composed music for our song. We had great fun.
Once the rain stopped, we wished for the rainbow. Might be, God heard us, and our wish came true. It was the best moment of the day, and we lived the moment happily. Whereas these days, everyone clicks photographs, the moment they experience something new.
When we came down for tea, my mom gave us boiled peanuts. Peanuts and rain, my favourite combo, on any day. We all sat that day and ate until our stomach hurt. We had our share of fun, when we teased my brother, and even stole his peanuts.
Those days are the blessed days of our life. Now, we all are living in different places. In fact, different countries, with families. Whenever it used to rain, I see this picture (the one my uncle clicked when we all were small), recall those sweet memories, and smile all alone.
We can never forget those moments in life. In fact, I was laughing alone, while writing this post for Blog-a-Ton, and my hubby asked me the reason for my laugh, I narrated the entire story, and it made our day. Jillunu Oru Naal
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