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.
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