Welcome my dear friend,

Welcome my dear friend,

It’s been a little under a year since we last met. I just need to see you to feel refreshed – I know you have this influence on a lot of people. Your perfume always signals your arrival. Nothing smells better to me.

You and I we go back a long time, you were always there to accompany me on my first day of school. While in the Andamans, you were there to welcome me every afternoon of the nine months you visited us – right as we got off the school bus truck. We jumped into puddles as we made our way home. Well I jumped and you elegantly pit-patted your way into those puddles. In college we met at marine drive where you throughly drenched me

Yes my beloved monsoons welcome !!! With you off goes the heat and the sticky face and in comes the cool breeze and feel of everything being anew.

A lot has happened since we last met. I have a son now – who I hope will love you as much as I do and not view you with the indifference his dad has or the dislike that a lot of people especially Mumbaites have for you!

You remember, last year in Bhandardhara – where i threw off the umbrella at the dam and got throughly wet! The friends declared me insane and foresaw all kinds of illness. Of course I didn’t know it at that time, but that would have been around the time, the Elf was conceived, so you see you did make your mark on his life very early. The year before last, a walk after gym in the rain made my day.

It was short visit by you today but everything looks so clean – so washed. The elf was asleep and woke up to a very excited mother telling him about the rain. He didn’t quite get what the excitement was about but loved the little rhyme on the rain that i insisted on singing to him

“It’s raining, it’s pouring,
The little baby is snoring,
He got into bed and missed the rain
WOken up to find his mom insane.

This year he might be a little young to greet you as i love to but maybe next year, he will throw off his umbrella and get drenched and joy the excited screams of all the kids playing downstairs.

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10 thoughts on “Welcome my dear friend,

    1. Bikramjit Singh Mann

      ah well moderation on so i hope i am ..

      I dont understand why it is raining here in uk, we dont want it , take all the rain pleaseeeeeeeee and let some sun this side…

      and I am sure the little one will jump about in rain soooon

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  1. deviantwave

    My sanest one .. u churn out brilliance when hit by an insanity attack .. muaah for this … book mark it .. this shall surely get Elf teary eyed one day πŸ™‚

    Waise this season even Im here to sing “rain is falling cham a cham cham” with you πŸ™‚

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  2. Ramya

    I hope Elf loves the rains as much as you do. We need more people in this world who love the rains and welcome them with open hearts.

    From the girl who has ben counting the days for the monsoons to hit Hyderabad.

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  3. R's Mom

    hahahaha! I just wrote a post where the first line was about NOT liking the rains…you sure know me too well eh?

    Glad you are enjoying rey…I am so wanting to be in your shoes πŸ™‚ but somehow, howevermuch I try and tell myself to be positive about it, it never works out eh πŸ™‚

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  4. PriPat

    owow! thats so cute!! Congratulation for ur son!! I miss rains in India.. with ur post I recollect all the special time I had with the monsoon rains! Now for me its just Mansoon dreams!!

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