It's been a hot couple of weeks and today it rained. Heavy. And beautiful. Just like back home. Bombay. I love the monsoons. I love getting wet in the Bombay rains. I love driving in the rain. I love to see the raindrops falling on the ground. The rain reminds me of Bombay. Of home. Of the smell of mud. Of my childhood. Of the gum boots I used to wear to school. Of wet socks and being too scared to take my shoes off in school to dry them. Of running to hide from lightning. Of Sid falling in the gutter and stinking all the way home. Of going to movietime to watch Dil Se with Karthik. Of Chaiyya Chaiyya.
The stalkee has reignited a spark somewhere. I have not felt this way in many fortnights. I know its not meant to be but I am going to enjoy this. Look forward to the weekend. Look forward to a sighting. To a conversation. To being left alone again.
I wanna walk in the rain again. I wanna be soaked again. I wanna hold and be held again.
S
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
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