Iam back to doing what I like – writing.
Was watching a movie the other day which made me even think why am not in a profession that has to do something with writing? It also reminded me something else. The rain.
Over the years the perspective of rain in my mind has gone through many a change.
It used to be joy- just joy in the beginning .Now it represents joy in some cases, gloom in some cases and sometimes it annoys me especially if you are stuck in the Dubai traffic and you just want to get back home after a tiring day at work.
It even reminds me of many things. The greenery back home in India especially when I used to sit and watch as a kid the trees and leafs getting wet, wet and wetter. The thunderstorms which frightened me when I once thought the coconut tree in front of our house was going to come crashing on to our house and kill us ! It was just my imagination.
It reminds me of the time I studied in India in a convent for a year when we used to have the afternoon prayer just after lunch. The kids used to assemble just outside their classrooms on the corridors which were open on one end. The prayer song was sweet otherwise also but when it rained, it mixed with it to give a heavenly feeling as if the angels have really come down to listen to you.
The rain for some reason reminds me of wet days at school in Dubai, with the girls in dark blue sweaters- the cold a welcome change from the hot sweaty days - even the classrooms held a cozy feeling then. My favorite past time was reading Archie comics during boring classes or the happiness in carrying one home borrowed from friends- happiness in simple things. It was such an innocent world then.
I remember being in love. It was such a joy to see the rain then especially while you drive and if you had some really great music on.
The back breaking drive to work during one of those terrible floods in Dubai is another memory. You almost end up cursing the rain and wish it were sunny again then.
The list goes on..
Cheerio
Was watching a movie the other day which made me even think why am not in a profession that has to do something with writing? It also reminded me something else. The rain.
Over the years the perspective of rain in my mind has gone through many a change.
It used to be joy- just joy in the beginning .Now it represents joy in some cases, gloom in some cases and sometimes it annoys me especially if you are stuck in the Dubai traffic and you just want to get back home after a tiring day at work.
It even reminds me of many things. The greenery back home in India especially when I used to sit and watch as a kid the trees and leafs getting wet, wet and wetter. The thunderstorms which frightened me when I once thought the coconut tree in front of our house was going to come crashing on to our house and kill us ! It was just my imagination.
It reminds me of the time I studied in India in a convent for a year when we used to have the afternoon prayer just after lunch. The kids used to assemble just outside their classrooms on the corridors which were open on one end. The prayer song was sweet otherwise also but when it rained, it mixed with it to give a heavenly feeling as if the angels have really come down to listen to you.
The rain for some reason reminds me of wet days at school in Dubai, with the girls in dark blue sweaters- the cold a welcome change from the hot sweaty days - even the classrooms held a cozy feeling then. My favorite past time was reading Archie comics during boring classes or the happiness in carrying one home borrowed from friends- happiness in simple things. It was such an innocent world then.
I remember being in love. It was such a joy to see the rain then especially while you drive and if you had some really great music on.
The back breaking drive to work during one of those terrible floods in Dubai is another memory. You almost end up cursing the rain and wish it were sunny again then.
The list goes on..
Cheerio
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