There was a wonderful hail storm a couple of days back in Gurgaon and we looked at it from the glass shades of our office like small children who have been refused permission to go out and play.
How I wish for those days when rains meant going out on the streets and playing and in case there was hail you obviously ate it, coming home all wet and muddy....the unpleasant part was just the scolding from dad. Those wonderful rainbows which would fill my heart with joy. Where there was time to just simply stand and stare at hem from the garden. The wonderful plants in the garden which seemed all fresh and new after a nice long bath. That smell of the mud as the first drops hit the ground and yes the chai and pakoras when dad was home.
I wonder where all of it went and I came down to "Oh! it is raining nice....." and went along with my work.
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