Rain O’ Rain..


Incessant rains… 
and the poetic me upsurges.. 
Nostalgic memories of tea and pakoda… 

not to forget the Antakshari and samosas… 

Even the power cuts were a boon… when all gathered in mom-dad’s room. 
No tensions… no issues… 

we sipped tea…

laughed,  giggled… pulled each others legs and sang to our heart’s glee!
That was flash back of bygone years… 

loaded with priceless memories of love ‘n’ togetherness.
Today rains seem such a bore… 

as it disrupts our daily chore… 

Life comes to a standstill…

as raindrops go pitter patter on my window sill… 
Makes me wonder what has changed…

Our attitudes or the demanding times… 
The only thing that’s same, 

is the way I day-dream when it rains cats and dogs…

The focus has changed but the process remains the same! 
Rain o’ rain…. !

U still ease my pain… 

keep coming again ‘n’ again!! 

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