meenu mehrotra

as it pours outside, i wonder when was the last time i experienced the wonderful rains of delhi? and i realise it’s been more than a year now. a long time considering i now live in the dry land of muscat in the middle east where such luxury is absent.

i now realise what i had missed in this one rainless year.the sheer delight of the rain drenching the trees, streets, cars, people and houses…the stoning of terraces and car’s roofs with that persisitent sound, the smell of rain water , the loud thunder of the clouds as they announce their arrival, the chaos on the roads, life coming to a temporary standstill and the swelling appetite for chai and pakoras. oh! how i have missed these all in the time i was away.

delhi in monsoons is another place. of course the chaos,the muddle, the broken roads, the potholes, power failure are all a part of it but i choose to associate monsoons with lush green, washed plants and trees,the cool breeze and the evocation of a thousand desires  as kishore kumar sang…rim jhim gere sawan, sulag-sulag jaye mann..bheege aaj is mausam mein lagi kaisi yeh agan…

i am loving it.

till next time

take care