The moment the train entered the Palakkad area I saw the person who owns the lower berth closing his window. However somehow few rain drops managed to hit on his face and that irritated him. I saw him wiping his face with a towel and telling his neighbor about the nonstop rain happening in Kerala. I sneezed for the first time at that moment.
I always loved rainy season. It rains continuously for days. And my mom used to say that it is the GOD who pours water from heaven which comes as rain. There was those days when I along with my brothers used to believe this story and looked at the sky with wonder.
Now when I think about that, it’s just another childish joke. It has lost its amazing factor.
My dad called me while I was at the Bangalore railway station. He said it is raining for the past four days continuously. And I hated the rain ever since I reached Bangalore. I own a scooter and the scooter owners know how painful the rain is. I was telling to my wife about the nonstop rain and she was also unhappy that we couldn’t travel much in that kind of climate.
By the time I reached Thrissur railways station, I got cold and sever cough. Humidity was too high that I felt something thick around me every time.
Daddy was there waiting for us and I told him that I will drive as I love to drive the car when it rains at the same time sympathizing to the people who traveled on scooters/bikes in that rain.
Despite of all the sickness the climate presented me, me and Ani had a wonderful weekend. We went to meet her old classmates. Went with my mom and brother for shopping and everyone was happy.
However after reaching back in Bangalore and got rid of all the cough/fever/headache due to the rain, I miss that place. I must say the whole place looked so beautiful after the rain. That strong missing feeling in heart to see the beautiful rain again has grown now. I have to wait for another monsoon next year.
I always loved rainy season. It rains continuously for days. And my mom used to say that it is the GOD who pours water from heaven which comes as rain. There was those days when I along with my brothers used to believe this story and looked at the sky with wonder.
Now when I think about that, it’s just another childish joke. It has lost its amazing factor.
My dad called me while I was at the Bangalore railway station. He said it is raining for the past four days continuously. And I hated the rain ever since I reached Bangalore. I own a scooter and the scooter owners know how painful the rain is. I was telling to my wife about the nonstop rain and she was also unhappy that we couldn’t travel much in that kind of climate.
By the time I reached Thrissur railways station, I got cold and sever cough. Humidity was too high that I felt something thick around me every time.
Daddy was there waiting for us and I told him that I will drive as I love to drive the car when it rains at the same time sympathizing to the people who traveled on scooters/bikes in that rain.
Despite of all the sickness the climate presented me, me and Ani had a wonderful weekend. We went to meet her old classmates. Went with my mom and brother for shopping and everyone was happy.
However after reaching back in Bangalore and got rid of all the cough/fever/headache due to the rain, I miss that place. I must say the whole place looked so beautiful after the rain. That strong missing feeling in heart to see the beautiful rain again has grown now. I have to wait for another monsoon next year.
The typical Kerala backyard when it rains
You must keep your wiper speed high to navigate
The rivers are so beautiful with the little kiss of the rain
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