it's crazy watching the rains from the english dept ledge...
rains have always been special to me...
those tiffin times at school when we ran around in the muddy field with our uniforms sticking to our bodies....
that run to the phuchkawallah when it rained in golf green...
those endless hours of chitchat and the world of gossips unveiled in that dark staircase...
that rainy evening ,that phone call as i ran to the tolly metro...
the gradual darkening of the sky...the clouds...the drops...
exhilarating.
the janpath shops which brought down their shutters....
the wet roads infront of eatopia....
the leaking roof of the NSD verandah...
those chats under the leaking shade of the hauz khas bus stop...
those movies watched at siri fort with hair dripping with water...
the runs through the field...splashing mud,singing,shouting...becoming the kids we were...
whether it's park street or punjabi bagh,gariahat or greater kailash...
the rains are just what they used to be...
magical,refreshing and exhilarating.
