To take or not to take a rainy day off #WordsMatter


Rains are for staying indoors!

I won’t step out in the rain! I will get wet and soiled with dirt!

I hate getting wet! I hate the high humidity which follows soon after the rain stops! The sweat never dries up!

Getting wet will make me sick!

Rains bring in trouble, far more than respite!

I don’t like rain! Not at all!

The voices were pouring out loud from the throes of the past times as I sat in the window, dressed up to step out to attend my weekly class and watching the rain tumbling down in giant pails from the dark grey sky. The thunder was giving me shudders and I saw no hope that day. I nervously peeked into my phone screen to check if there was a message from the instructor canceling the class.

15 minutes passed. Neither my phone beeped nor the rain showed any signs of relenting.

Flash 1 –

I am walking the steep uphill with my tiny legs in the rain to reach the school building.

My school, which was situated on top of a hill, had suffered a landslide due to the heavy rains that year and it had closed the access road for vehicular traffic to ease the pressure on the hill. I was aged 6 or 7 at the time.

Flash 2 –

I am standing in the middle of the road holding on to my moped and staring ahead in confusion at the road under the railway bridge. It was completely submerged in water from the previous night’s rainfall. 

It was the way to my Accountancy tuition which I had to miss that day.

Flash 3 –

I am sitting in the office cab panicking over the standstill traffic not knowing if and when I am going to reach home. 

The date was 14-Aug-2008. I can never forget that day. I left for home from work at 5 pm in the office cab. The road in front of the office building was choked. The whole city had come to a halt due to the torrential evening rain. The cab could only move inch by inch. It took me 5 hours to reach home that day instead of the usual 1 and a half hours.

As the 3 scenes flashed before my eyes causing a streak of fear to run down my spine, I resolved to call it a rainy day off and changed back to my pajamas.

I did not know any writers or readers back then or else I would have known it was a good day to romanticize over the rain with a cup of tea/coffee and a book. My hard luck.

The following week when I went to the class and enquired about the previous week’s attendance, I was aghast. I was the only one to be absent. In addition to the course lesson, I learned an important lesson that day. I got an understanding – ‘Nothing stops working here in the UK when It rains and people go about their usual businesses just like any other day.’

6 years hence, I don’t fear the rains when I am in the UK although I am the same fearful lass in India.

These days the dialogue is – Baarish se darr nahin lagta Sahab, toofani hawaaon se lagta hai. I don’t fear the rains, it is the gales which frighten me. 

After applying the autocorrect to the dialogue –

Baarish se darr nahin lagta Sahab, Tofani Hawaiian (toofani hawaaon) se lagta hai.      I don’t fear the rains, it is the Tofani Hawaiian who frightens me.

A rainy day in Preston City Centre

#WordsMatter Blog Hop

This post is for the #WordsMatter linkup hosted by CorinneParul and Shalini.

I received this tag from Nabanita Dhar at the Random Thoughts – Naba. It’s my pleasure to pass on this tag to Ramya Tantri at And miles to go before I sleep There are 42 of us on this Blog Hop and it will be spread over 3 days – 6, 7, 8 September 2019. Do follow the #WordsMatter Blog Hop and prepare to be surprised! 


  1. I am such a creature of habit that I’ll wade through the water and reach wherever I have to. But sometimes it’s okay to take a call to not go. Even if you miss a day of school/work it’s alright.


  2. There were 2-3 days every year when I was in Bombay when I would have to wage through knee-deep water to reach my PG. I am not scared of rains but yes potholes etc. are a pain. It does get messy in traffic though.


  3. LOL on the autocorrect — FEAR THE TOFANI HAWAIIAN!! (This should be our next prompt – the Myth of the Tofani Hawaiian!) It does make a difference where you are. As a friend of mine said on the eve of Hurricane Dorian, “We expect this to be like Hurricane Ike in Houston, not like Hurricane Ike in Galveston.” Just an hour’s difference inland makes all the difference, sometimes, between a back yard fence blown down and a small town swept into the sea.


  4. Love the pun 😛 I usede to love rains too. But after seeing the Kerala flood last year and now, being posted to a place where rains are accompanied by landslides and cloud bursts, I am scared!
    Thanks for participating in the blog hop. Hope you had fun 🙂


  5. I hate going out in the rain. Even if I’m seated in the car, the traffic and the pot hole ridden roads trouble me. The infrastructure in India is getting worse by the day.


  6. Monsoons are a scary time in most Indian metros. Over-population and relentless dumping of garbage, leading to flooding, has made the rains a thing to fear than enjoy. Lucky you, UK doesn’t turn squeamish with constant rains.


  7. I think all of us in India fear rains due to the bad infrastructure. You are lucky in a way to be away from it all. Things are getting worse here I feel.


  8. I totally get you! When i was in Bangalore, if the clouds even turned grey I used to quit going to office and opt to work from home instead. Bangalore and rains just didn’t go well with me then!


  9. Oh those experiences of yours sounded terrible. I remember the time I was new to Delhi and working; rains were a nightmare as I would walk everywhere and take the bus. My clothes would definitely get dirty and I would enjoy the rains on my way back home but not to work in the morning. It was a relief when I got a car but soon the traffic jams and water logging took over.

    But soon all that also evaporated and I have grown used to loving the rains again – I normally pull over the car aside when its pouring a gale and enjoy the splash all around me.

    I am impressed with the spirit of the English to not miss the class; dont beat yourself up over it Anu. You did what was comfortable and intelligent for yourself. Have a warm cuppa and look at the rains from your window to give them another chance 🙂

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  10. Life in the UK goes on no matter how heavy the rain is. It wasn’t easy when we were there, especially in Worcester where we had to depend on the public transportation to get to Kanna’s school. But rain was only part of life, and never seen as a reason to stay indoors. 🙂 Coming from Kerala, we had our share of walking in the rains to get to school in our childhood, which we enjoyed thoroughly. It was a mess everywhere, but the joy that mess showered on us was incredible. 😀 As we grew up traveling when it rained wasn’t welcomed, attitudes changed. In Bangalore, rain increased the traffic blocks manifold. Here in Phoenix, we love rain as it happens only once in a blue moon. We go for drive no matter how heavy it is. We celebrate rain like the crazy kids we were and our kids look at us as if we are actually crazy. From place to place our relation with rain changes, right?


  11. Can totally relate to the rains in the UK vis-a-vis rains in Bangalore! It’s one of my biggest pet peeves, Anamika—the fact that life goes on regardless of the rains in the UK whereas for us, here in India, everything goes haywire when the rains come along—right from flooding inside our homes to flooding on the streets, not to mention traffic nightmares and the stench all around, made worse by garbage piled up on the streets. In UK, the cities look as beautiful, come rain or shine and everyone has their wellies out and the raincoats on. No mess, so stench and so much more beautiful everywhere. Enough ranting, now, tell me—Did you enjoy the rainy-day-break at home or not? 🙂


  12. Aah! These experiences certainly dont inspire confidence to venture out in rains.
    I dont like stepping out when it rains because of multiple terrible experiences, but the work never stops because of the rains!


  13. There was a time I would go to work no matter what. But that was before the floods of July 2005 in Mumbai when I had to walk in over waist deep water from Matunga to Chembur before getting a private bus that picked us up and dropped us to Vashi. The journey took 8 hours. Though I was lucky. A few friends were stranded in buses overnight.. But after that day, I refuse to get out if it rains too much.


  14. Ah! I hated the rains in Mumbai, and this year they seem to have landed in Hyderabad too. I’m more of the pull the pajamas back on and stay in type of person, but we don’t always have that luxury!
    Auto correct can be hilarious (when it’s not embarrassing!)


  15. Oh I know what you mean about that inching traffic and 5 hours to reach home. Bangalore has shown such days to many people. I also love rains from the comfort of my home. But once in a while, I do enjoying walking with an umbrella.
    Auto-correct. ha ha! Hilarious!
    Thanks for joining #WordsMatter, Anamika. See you soon.


  16. Oh, your post brings back so many memories of travelling in local trains with rain water splashing through the open windows, of falling down the slippery steps of railway bridges and a mammoth trek to get home on the day that Mumbai got flooded. So glad to know that it’s not as bad in UK.


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