Once again the cool breeze was brushing across my face, but this time I found myself in an auto rickshaw, travelling to IIT after a long weekend at home. My sister was with me in the vehicle, as she worked near IIT and going together saved a lot of money. I was at the window, although it hardly matters in an auto. I was looking outside to find a glimpse of the so called bharat bandh, of which, I got not the slightest of evidence. The auto was running smoothly and the wind was blowing.
Then a thought caressed me.
I remembered my days as a fresher, the days of rain, the days when I was all wet by rain, falling from the skies. It made me remember my first birthday in IIT, when I had to return home for a three day weekend and it was raining heavily, which made my 1.5 hours journey to a 3.5 hours journey. The freshness of the air, so evident, yet so rare, was everywhere. I inhaled it passionately, as if it will never be available again. And as the cool air filed my lungs, I was on already on moon.
It never occurred to me, because of the fresh air, that the air was clearer too. After two months of endless heat and almost a liquid glass aroma, we finally got a clear picture of Delhi, the city we live in. The sky was hidden behind clouds, but still, filtered sunlight kept pouring in from all possible crevices. I simply loved it.
As I reached IIT, I saw the same green beauty around me, and that too untouched, sterilized from all dirt and germs. Their smell filled my nostrils with such a perfume nothing felt better before. Now I had so many reasons to be happy about, which I was struggling to find a couple of days ago. All sins washed away, all tensions melted away, it was me again.
The elation in my heart unfolded leaps and bounds when the sky cleared finally in the evening, giving way to the blue horizons. The wind was stronger now, a lot cooler and fresher. It made me remember my days as a small kid when we used to have physical education periods in the field, playing football in the rain and smelling the heaven. The air that filled the classrooms when the teacher was teaching non sense was simply spellbinding. I still remember those days when it rains.
I also remember my rendezvous in my coaching institute with the girls there, who were always nice to me. I still have in my mind the day when I was completely soaked in water after a sudden shower when I was travelling in bus to the coaching institute. I reached the classroom and I saw equally soaked girls sitting there. The temperature of the room suddenly went up resulting in which, our clothes were dried faster than usual. But that all is a bit too old, I have moved on since then.
So, here it is, my rendezvous with rain, and in this rush of winds, I want to get lost forever.
Then a thought caressed me.
I remembered my days as a fresher, the days of rain, the days when I was all wet by rain, falling from the skies. It made me remember my first birthday in IIT, when I had to return home for a three day weekend and it was raining heavily, which made my 1.5 hours journey to a 3.5 hours journey. The freshness of the air, so evident, yet so rare, was everywhere. I inhaled it passionately, as if it will never be available again. And as the cool air filed my lungs, I was on already on moon.
It never occurred to me, because of the fresh air, that the air was clearer too. After two months of endless heat and almost a liquid glass aroma, we finally got a clear picture of Delhi, the city we live in. The sky was hidden behind clouds, but still, filtered sunlight kept pouring in from all possible crevices. I simply loved it.
As I reached IIT, I saw the same green beauty around me, and that too untouched, sterilized from all dirt and germs. Their smell filled my nostrils with such a perfume nothing felt better before. Now I had so many reasons to be happy about, which I was struggling to find a couple of days ago. All sins washed away, all tensions melted away, it was me again.
The elation in my heart unfolded leaps and bounds when the sky cleared finally in the evening, giving way to the blue horizons. The wind was stronger now, a lot cooler and fresher. It made me remember my days as a small kid when we used to have physical education periods in the field, playing football in the rain and smelling the heaven. The air that filled the classrooms when the teacher was teaching non sense was simply spellbinding. I still remember those days when it rains.
I also remember my rendezvous in my coaching institute with the girls there, who were always nice to me. I still have in my mind the day when I was completely soaked in water after a sudden shower when I was travelling in bus to the coaching institute. I reached the classroom and I saw equally soaked girls sitting there. The temperature of the room suddenly went up resulting in which, our clothes were dried faster than usual. But that all is a bit too old, I have moved on since then.
So, here it is, my rendezvous with rain, and in this rush of winds, I want to get lost forever.
i some how wondered at ur article cos at first glimpse i read the heading as rendezvous with Raina(the actress).....how stupid of me...
ReplyDeletebut it was good........
liked your experience though *long