*Picture from agfarson.wordpress.com
It’s raining in Pune. The night is still young but the skies look set for an all-nighter. The street lamps are glowing like fairy lights; they twinkle with every falling raindrop. The stars are all under cover but you can figure they are there somewhere, enjoying the sudden shower. The stars love anything that brings shine to the world – and takes the dust off leaves, pebbles and balcony railings.
Mom loves it when it rains at night. “I could lie listening to it for hours.” she would tell me. “It makes me dreamy, hopeful and cozy.” Mom’s poetic like that, and she would even wake up the next morning all chirpy and fresh and eager to let the post-rain winds flood the house through open windows. On occasion, the morning after would turn out sunny – the sun fiercer than ever. “Where do you think all the raindrops went?” I would tease her. “We will have fresh ones tonight. And we can both sit by the window, our hands warm around coffee mugs. Wouldn’t that be fun?”
I wonder what kind of a morning it will be tomorrow. Will the first rays of the sun brush my cheeks when I am still dreaming? Or will the two sparrows I have been lucky enough to find every morning choose to forget it is a Monday and let me sleep on? I can’t say.
But, for now, I can hear the pitter patter of raindrops. They are musical, peaceful and soothing. I think I will listen to them for a while longer. Who can tell? Perhaps this night and its music is the embodiment of yesterday and tomorrow – near yet far, continuing yet complete.
Of Paneer, Pulao and Pune 
Love ur Mom observation about rain. Stop it, Debo, you making me miss Pune like crazy. Once I got so drenched on the bike back from college on way to home at Pashan and when I reached home, realized I have only one pair of shoes that was gone. Sleeping and hearing pitter patter of rain on the window sills..what joy. The next day headed to Sagar Arcade to hunt for a pair of brand new shoes.
Hahaha loved your rain story Vishal! 😀 I lost several pairs of shoes during the monsoon when I used to stay in Lavale. And oh, clothes would never dry! But be that as it may, rains are wondrous, aren’t they? 🙂
They are and love being drenched, despite the misery:)
Haha – especially the misery of traffic! 😛
I swear and water logging reaching till the knee, the shoes swimming making us drive slower than the rabbit:)
Wow, quite an interesting picture you’ve painted. But no, thank you, may it rain after I am home. 😛
I love your mom already! I love anyone who loves loves rains :D. Enjoy the pitter patter of raindrops while they last, Debo! And send some of that music over here 😛
Haha me too Deeps! Whether or not you love rain can be a great tell-tale sign about your personality! 😀
Sure, will pack and send some right away!
Lovely description. I also love it when it rains. I like the smell, the look that the weather brings and the opportunity to get a cup of ginger tea and look forward to what next 🙂
Oh my, that cup of ginger tea sounds so inviting!
Thanks a lot Parul. Happy you liked it. 🙂