Nostalgia

After a long time, a mini vacation has dawned before me, giving me a small rest from my long writing sessions. Actually I do love them when I am given enough time to make some countable works, but at times works flow in like floods that they literally wrap around me till I get chocked. Now that I have Easter and Vishu holidays; its leisure time, time to chill out, leaving all my official assignments, to watch the beauty of nature which I have almost on the verge of forgetting, to have some yummy dishes that my mom makes, to have some chitchat with my sister; that’s what my holidays are all about. I won’t go for long trips, as I love to be in the calmness of home and the warmth of my family’s presence. Unluckily there is just one working day (Monday) in between, to kill all my spirits. I may have to report at the office, if necessary. Hey! I want to shed out my nostalgia which is in-appareled in my soul since two years. Even if I turn up, I know that mind would keep on loitering the premises of my house the whole day, to join the preparations of Vishu (on Tuesday )and to enjoy the prettiness and the beauty of yellow , ‘Kanikonna’ flowers that my dad brings. I'm taking my off on Monday.I think that would be the best. But what could be the excuse? Fever, headache, stomach pain… seems I will have to find a more credible one this time as he knows that most of us may not turn up on Monday. He is the most uncompromising person I have ever seen, very much above my stern, yet lenient dad.


So I am seriously thinking about the best possible reason that I can find, to convince him. Any suggestions?

Mango showers!!!

I love rain. We had a really hot climate in March, and now it’s raining heavily in the evenings. So exciting to go out in the rain, and get wet with the maiden drops! But as I am in the office most of the time, the chance to feel and enjoy the beauty of the rain is much less than before. I do love watching the rain drops trickling from the windowpane of my cabin. The silver droplets that fall down from the pane always trigger a very lovely mood, an in-explainable feeling that arises right from my stomach, which I love to enjoy.

I love to hear the rain drop hitting softly on our roof, like the patter of a little foot, but if my boss is around he won’t let me slide the window pane saying that the water droplets would spoil my PC. Moron! It seems I have to start teaching him how to enjoy the beauty of rain.

I was about to leave the office yesterday, when rain goddess blessed the city in abundance. Wow! It was really an amazing sight when it started raining such heavily that I got almost wet in minutes; right under an umbrella. As each droplet kissed my body I felt as if god is taking-out every gloom that the hot summer gave me. I longed to stand there for quite long, but the staring eyes changed my mind. Again morons!

I managed to get an auto rickshaw, to reach the hostel early. As the city was crowded with vehicles, it took almost half an hour to reach the hostel. I loved gazing at the rainwater clad crowd outside.

I swung my bag on to my couch and ran down to enjoy the nature’s gift. Hey!!!!! That was a breathtaking moment guys! I danced; jumped and enjoyed till the rain stopped … the drops which went in to my watch made it stop at 7pm…

I love rain. Hope I will get more time to go out in rain.