The continuous sound of rain splattering in the ground has made me reminisce old memories. In addition, the chilling weather has catalyzed me to be more nostalgic. There used to be a time when we would go to school with rain and return home with body shivering in the wet clothes. Mother would change our clothes and we would be well off with a cup of tea and a plate of popcorn. Popcorn and mohi would also be a great combination. I miss those days the most at the present. We would see the raindrops splattering in the courtyard and enjoy the moment. Neither we would have gadgets like we have now, nor we would need some social medias to express our feelings. With sipping of tea, we would sit together in the pidi and talk many things.
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The muddy and slippery road always troubled us while walking, giving goosebumps once in a while. Someday, we would miss our umbrella and get to enjoy the rain; excuse the consequences it created next day. Lower half of our pants always got dirty and shoes terrible. Body shivering with cold and head chilled with wet breeze, we would run swiftly to reach home as early as possible. Never forget to include the classroom feeling! I used to get emotional sometimes and pen down my feelings, some in the form of poems and gajals. The days are worth-remembering, worth living.
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| Ground has been wet by rain that disturbed the regular play. |
Bangalore gets rain quite rare. As the field is wet in such days, we could not go to play and I get to write something. Long before, I had written a poem "Bangalore Rain" in the middle of the night. The dry place that rarely gets rain, Bangalore, brings smile to Bangaloreans when she showers with rain. Once ground boring was done in our college to extract water and it was done to high amount of depth which substantiates how dry Bangalore is compared to my home country, Nepal, which is very rich in water resources. During 2015, Bangalore did not shine to its full stretch for about 15 days that created a lot of dirty clothes dumped in the closet waiting to be washed. It was suffocating and we yearned for the full bright sunny day. We felt how it is to live in cold places like England and how precious sunny days are for them.
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| Typical sunny day in Bangalore with weird clouds |
The weather here is always vacillating as a pendulum going from one extreme end to the other. Morning it would shine with a scorching sunlight and high UV level(about 10), and all of a sudden it turns into a gloomy day. Evening it would rain and night it would turn hot and humid. Like an actress changing clothes from hour to hour, mother Bangalore changes her attribute again and again, thanks to its meteorological structure and its location. I have heard quite often that Bangalore does not have risks of earthquake. Me being son of a mother, who sustained gruesome earthquake of April 2015, Nepal, felt some security living here but not as much as her.
