There is just something supremely and inherently romantic about rain, and while I’m at it, I realise that I have also been extremely lucky to be able to love it when it rains. Until a few years back I wouldn’t have given a second thought about being grateful for the ability to love a natural phenomenon that comes around every year, but that’s what happens when you grow up. Amongst other important things like paying the bills and managing taxes, you also learn to appreciate things which previously you had taken for granted. And no, not just home cooked food, but also the privilege of being able to enjoy that food. You might now either be wondering why or might be cringing in apprehension about this being another long winded rant about how there are only a few of us privileged people out here in the world. While that is a sorry fact and as much helpless I feel just thinking about it, this is not what I’m going to talk about this time. (So, please read on) I’m just here to talk about beautiful rains. And dab a little into a teeny tiny something else.
I have always loved rain, and why not? I have been fortunate enough in growing up with a roof over my head, with kind parents who love me to bits and have always made sure that I never fall short of any worldly comfort (I now realise what a terribly difficult task that is, and I still wonder HOW you did it every single day these past years, mom and dad? Thanks is a small word), thus giving me enough time at hand to fall in love with all the small and beautiful things life has had, and will be continuing, to offer. And guess what? The rain is right on top with a smug smile on its face. Yeah honey, the crown is yours. And if in case you disagree (which is completely acceptable and you might also have your own fair and valid reasons) and ask me why rain is so special, I would still say, why not? Rain is nostalgic, it’s beautiful, romantic, melancholy, and full of rhythm all at the same time. So many emotions in tiny of droplets of water. What’s not to like? No wonder it comes along with its fair share of lame love songs and cheesy romance novels, not forgetting difficult-to-get-rid-of pestilences, traffic jams that take forever, power cuts, muddy ditches, frogs, snakes, worms, ghosts, and a bazillion other problems that we’re better off without, but that still doesn’t take away the magic, does it? Okay, it does take away all of it, but what about when it doesn’t?
What about you splashing about in the rain with your sibling, your cousins, your friends? Or what about you making tiny paper boats with pages torn out of your notebook (almost always Math because who uses that anyway and also because the squares give a nice aesthetic to the whole thing). Remember how you used to open your mouth wide and just face the sky trying to drink some of that water? Or how about you splashing about with your new raincoat and umbrella on? Still doesn’t work? How about me reminding you of those absolutely marvellous rain time snacks? Hot pakoras and chai? I’m already smelling it. Aaaaaaah Perfection! Remember the song ‘Chhaiya Chhaiya‘? No? Aw C’mon! Okay, let me make it a little more special for you. Do you remember the first rain of the season? When the water droplets hit the parched earth and then wafts that beautiful smell of freshly dampened earth that also somehow quenches your thirst (which you didn’t realise you had until right then)? I bet there’s a word for that but where’s the fun in that? Taking you back to that time did more work than just writing ‘petrichor’ (yeah I Googled it for you, you’re welcome).
You might be wondering why I made such an effort in rekindling those memories for you. I’m a fairly sane human being, then why did I go through all this trouble? Why am I so hell bent on you reliving some of those happy memories? Why? The answer is pretty simple too. Trust me. You ready? Okay, here it goes. Simply because those memories were happy. Yes, that’s it. Still a little confused? Okay, let us make it a little simpler. They were happy memories, and they didn’t happen because they required you to score good grades or getting into a good college. They didn’t require you getting a job or a fat paycheck. These happy memories didn’t require you doing certain things, they just happened. So you see, life is not always a reward and punishment affair. It may seem like it mostly is, but no, not always. (Yes! And it is not cheating, its life, basically, anything can happen you know) So, good things also happen to you when you allow yourself the opportunity of choosing to be happy. And I’m not saying its easy, no sir it isn’t. But I also know that it’s important for you to allow yourself to be happy. Why? That’s simple too, trust me everything written here is pretty simple. Again, why is it important for you to allow yourself to be happy? So that you have enough happiness to last you if it doesn’t rain next time. Bleak thought. I know, right? Again, anything can happen you know.
I know things were simpler back then. You didn’t have to worry about certain people in school, or in college, at your workplace, or anywhere else for that matter. I know that back then you didn’t have to worry about certain things at your home. I also know that back then you were healthier, happier. I know back then you were a little better, that many things that are now inside your head biting at you weren’t even there before. I know a lot of problems didn’t exist earlier. But you know what, of all the things that are different now, there is one thing that isn’t. What, you ask? It’s you, and your ability to be happy. So I hope that now you do realise that all those happy memories happened because all they needed was for you to open your eyes and embrace whatever good happened to you, be it just tiny droplets of water. It wasn’t so hard to do if you think about it, and oh it was so lovely too. You know you can be happy again, even if it is for a little while, that’s how you start, don’t you. One baby step at a time. So, my dear reader, if you could do it back then, could you do it once again the next time it rains? I know that you can, do you?