I was cleaning my room and something accidentally slipped into my hands. Aha!! The 1st ever story I wrote in my life. ‘Rain Rain!! Come again!!‘ was how I entitled it. Déjà vu!! The last time it slipped into my hands was also during some sorting-out scenario and it went into Persoplus, my college’s magazine. This time, it goes into my blog 
. Oh!! Wait!! I wrote it while I was in Standard XI. Roughly 5 yrs ago!! So, I don’t think, I can write something THIS hyperemotional now!! Nywayz, it was my 1st story and hence it is as special as the first slap I got from my Papa (Aye!! My Papa’s slaps are much more special to me than his gentle pats. Coz, after sometime, I end up getting whatever, WHATEVER I want in the former scenario 
). STORY TIME now!!
23/01/08 – Manhattan:
3:30 p.m. : I usually hate these odd hours. They carry with them a sense of lifelessness. But today, something would keep me going for the rest of the day.
‘Split… Splat…’ Continuous sounds followed by a beautiful splash of moving rings over a muddled pool of water. Welcome back, rainy season!! Wot exuberant force drives you from the clouds deep down in2 the earth? “GRAVITATIONAL FORCE!!!” Ahhh!! Curse the human ability to reason and justify things around. It sometimes alienates my soul from me, but not today!! The rain seems to carry the winning bait!!It was answering me with a sense of sagacity, with the same placid euphony . I ve heard the same answer, once before, while I was 6 years old. Only that, now it makes perfect sense.
28/07/1985 – Malgudi:
“That’s how everything is destined to be. However high you fly, you ought to be back to the base. And if you don’t enjoy it, life becomes a curse”, said those pure drops of water to me. “But why did nature create us this way then – preferring victory over failure, love over loneliness? Everyone likes to win, to be happy. Don’t they?”
The rain seemed to slow down. ‘See!! It can’t answer me. Hurray!! I won ‘ I prided myself on winning one of nature’s assets. But that wasn’t for long. With full force, loads of raindrops seemed to plummet into the land again.
“No lass… To come down is not to lose. It means to carry your past into your future, more like a time machine, to go back to some earlier point of life and start afresh. “It was gone, leaving a befuddled 6 year old alone.
Back to square one:
Manhattan or Malgudi – the rain is my ally everywhere. BANG! The reality was awakening me!! Well!! I’m quitting work today! I doted on my job, more than anything else in the whole world. But that was a week ago. ‘The rain was right!!’ I thought, as a wave of acrimony swept past me. “IF YOU DON’T ACCEPT COMING DOWN, LIFE COULLD BE A CURSE”, it echoed again!!”Or worse, life could be hell” I thought.
My apartment was unusually quiet that day. My daughter, a 2 year old, was starring at the rain drops outside. With full force, I closed the window, trying to get her full attention. And if you think that I’m such a cold-blooded mom, I simply don’t give a damn about it. It’s just that I really don’t have time for your hastily drawn conclusions. Human Nature!! Damn!!
My daughter is fighting autism and I’m her only army. SHE is more important to me than anything else, even my career. I proceeded to show her all those silly little actions that I ve done in my childhood to obtain her rarely acquired attention.
‘Split… Splat…’ was all I heard outside. I know it roughly translates to, “That’s how everything is destined to be. However high you fly, you ought to be back to the base. And if you don’t accept it, life becomes a curse.” ”The rain was right. “I thought! But this time, with an elated sense of bliss…
