Memoirs of rain…

Finally it rained here. From past two days, the climate was cloudy here in Chennai. The drizzling rain and the cloudy atmosphere made Chennai beautiful, I guess it makes every city beautiful. The fresh water drops on leaves, the smell of the sand, the chilling wind, the watery road, with small small ponds, with the birds resting on branches shivering after the rain… And to sip hot coffee standing in balcony, with the “Suprabhatam” song in background in the morning, presents you with special freshness and warmth of a new dawn. Rain has always been integral part of my life, it has given me lot many memories and I am sure, it sends to many, along with me, an unknown shiver to the spine and leaves us in a blank expression to think of life.

There was a time, when in this rain, we used to go to schools in June with raincoats and umbrella, and with the worry of drenching the books and our school bag. And then there was the November rain, and the cyclone which unleashed restricting many of them to their homes. Be it June or November, it was a surprise to see the rain in Chennai always. Reminds me of the times when I used to stay in the Kelambakkam Ashram, spending time with friends singing and making noise, with chitchat, watching the boys playing football in the water pool in the rain. So many people under one roof. And there was another time, where I stayed at home, watching from the door, the rain splashing in front of the steps, going in dad’s bike with head down, to school, to meet friends rather than books n teachers, the roaming around in school during lunch time in the rain, with the fear of socks getting wet… And then there is another time, in which we slept cudddled in the afternoons, after lunch, while rain kept making sounds as if singing lullaby and wind blowing as fan… hmmm…

Gone are those days I guess… And with the time, the friends too… So much changes now. Lot many friends spread across the world, some whom we dont contact, though are nearby, books and bag changed to shoes and hair makeup, school and playground changed to companies, with no time even to pick umbrella. People are running fast in life, as individuals. The friendship bonds are now like threads, so thin, so worn out, connecting each other, but which can fade out with one strong wind and which will hang on to another, leaving memories behind…
Listening to song “Tanhayee” from “Dil Chahta Hai“….


  1. ahh…it hurts when some one talks about rain. I’m literally fried here in Dubai.

    I dunno what’s up with me, but Tanhayee is the least song that I like in Dil Chahta Hai.

  2. I know it hurt you, but I cudn’t resist writing it πŸ™‚

    And regarding the song, I dunno what’s up with me, but I knew you wont like that song! 😐

  3. Rains have this strange quality of making you nostalgic ..

    The friendship bonds are now like threads, so thin, so worn out, connecting each other, but which can fade out with one strong wind and which will hang on to another, leaving memories behindÒ€¦

    So true 😐

  4. Ack.. Add this code to your css :

    img.wp-smiley {
    border: none !important;

    That will take care of those boxes around emoticons ..

  5. ^^ thank you but the one you gave didnt work.. finally edited from the latest version of the theme… πŸ™‚

  6. Aaaila .. How come it didnt work .. πŸ˜•

    Duh .. I chechked your CSS.. Its the same code .. πŸ˜› ..

    Anyway .. Shouldnt spoil memoirs of rain with tech talk .. πŸ˜›

  7. Ya rain and memories have a very very close relationship. I dont know why but when its raining I can’t stop thinking about that memories of hang outs with friends.

    Today its really a hot day here seems like monsoon is over here is chennai

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