Right after two minutes of getting into the autorickshaw, the water drops in polka dots joined hands in giving a makeover to the dusty roads and whatever grimy and dull stood alongside, inorder to give them a 'setwet' look. I sat in a calculated place where the unruly raindrops wouldn't be able to reach me to the extent of making me battle with the wet sticky feeling which comes from partially wet clothes. I was just feeling the absence of an ipod when the driver tuned into some channel over which songs of the mid-eighties and nineties monopolized. As a part of a sweet and surprising conspiracy and as a welcome gesture to the weather, 'baarsat ki mausam' blasted loudly bringing a radiant smile to my face. To brace myself against the chilling cold which hung everywhere, I hurriedly put on my jacket which I had carried along in anticipation of a shower earlier in the day when the Sun was present for brunch. The extra layer of covering brought about a certain degree of warmth while I generously let my enjoined legs clad in a slacks material for a jeans feel the untampered with cold readily accompanied by relentless winds. It simply felt awesome. The otherwise annoying distance to and from my destination seemed embraceable in the given weather.
But with a change in the song also came a change in the intensity of the rain. It seemed to be in a sporty mood of free falling. The polka dots were wiped out of vision by long, thick strands of raindrops fiercely competing with one another to be the first one to kiss the dusty surface of the earth and thus relieving it from the curse and transforming the entire world into its real beautiful, shiny countenance. The bus stops sheltering the sundry, fully drenched shirts clinging to bodies who in turn tried to cling to their bikes, large muddy pools speedily taking the form of ponds with concrete boundaries came into view. I felt smugly comfortable comparing the sorry sights although my calculated position slightly turned out to have been miscalculated. I clutched the polybag which contained my brand new pumps protectively and let my mind loose while a pore was left unguarded to register the loud, filmy songs. Once in a while, a ride like this unaccompanied by anyone except for rain, usually unlistened to songs and a mind participating in free falling in tandem with immediate realities is thoroughly enjoyable. On nearing my destination a sense of loss crept in my being and secretly wished for 'many many happy returns of this day ' :) A cup of unavoidable and much needed garam chai put a closure to a wet and moist February evening.
