I walked in the rain again.. after so many years.
I walked on the green grass again..after so many years.
I soaked it in. The sights. The feeling.
Out in an open field. Encircled with trees. The wide open sky above me.
Soaking in the rain. The feeling. Of being out in the open. Connecting. Just being.
There’s just something about the rain. About the open sky and the trees. You just loose yourself. The world and all its problems melt away.
This is what I was missing thru the last few years. Being out in the open. Soaking in the green of the trees, the blue of the sky. I feel like I’m at home again. Wide open spaces.. And once again, all the intervening years fade away. I am. Just me.
I was transported back to 15 yrs ago. Walking on another campus, in the rains. Perpetually. Every monsoon. Unlike others, I didnt mind the rains. I loved them. I didnt mind walking around in wet chappals, and having to sit thru class all drenched. It was well worth it. To feel the rain on my face…. I remember the first time M made me throw caution and ‘propriety’ to the winds and walk in the rain. She just folded up the umbrellas, took off her chappals, made me do the same. We waded thru ankle deep waters, swirling with twigs and what not. And came away giggling, happy, like only 2 little girls can be.
There’s something about Bombay monsoons. The way rain just pelts down on you. Unforgving. Merciless. It doesnt drizzle. It’s always a heavy downpour. Bangalore rain just doesnt match up. Walk for 5 minutes in a ‘heavy’ downpour, and you’ll still be dry in patches… and i thought back to a day in 1997 when we walked up all the way from Matheran’s base station (I er forget the name) to the top. Just 2 girls – me and J. In a torrential downpour. We chose to walk on the road, instead of a cross-hill trek – coz we didnt know the route. And from the minute we stepped out of the hostel, it was just pouring cats and dogs. Such heavy needles.. that we could barely open our eyes. It was our 2nd trek. Our first ever monsoon trek. And we’d very thoughtfully carried umbrellas. And worn nice heavy hunter boots. Yep, hindsight always teaches u lessons.
I remember that day so clearly. All the twists and turns where we stopped to look down at picturesque villages. The first time we saw this white foaming mass on a hillside, we didnt know what to make of it. Then we saw another. And yet another. And figured they were waterfalls.
It just rained and rained.. from the minute we left the hostel. To the time we got back. We didnt have cameras back then. But as I sit to type this out, so many images come flooding back. With amazing clarity. I didnt even know I remembered.
2010. I’m now an engineer at Broadcom (and started GameZen). J’s done her PhD and is with Intel. And M’s with Microsoft. If you’d asked any of us in 1997, where we’d be 10 (ok 15) yrs later, we’d never have imagined this.