Its a rainy day…

The kind of day you wake up to after having spent the entire night listening to the winds howl and lash against your window panes, and the steady patter of the raindrops hit the balcony outside with bulletforce. The kind of day you want to cover your head again and go right back to sleep, and soundly ignore the alarm bells ringing in your head about tiffin and lunch boxes to be packed, child to be woken, the washing machine to be put on and such exciting things that welcome one every morning.

Got up reluctantly, got myself bathed and dressed. The child up and got the milk down the hatch before getting him bathed and ready for school. And then needed to get into town with the spouse for an appointment. It poured through the way. Poured cats dogs and cows. Huge Heifers. Falling from the sky plum on the car, almost denting the hood. I kid you. But the drops were huge and relentless. And we got out at our destination, needing to walk a little bit from where the car was parked. The spouse opened the huge umbrella, a white polka dotted, frilly number which was never intended for his usage when bought. And held it over the both of us, and put his arm around me, walking me carefully through the maze of puddles, slush and ditches. He held me carefully, as I cursed the totally unsuitably high wedge heels I had worn, he held my hand as I tried to defy death and cross a road with traffic racing past. I put my arm around his waist for balance, and for strength and warmth. Did we look like two forty year olds, with grey hair and wrinkles, and bellies, trying to get through a downpour undrenched. We did. But we felt like two teenagers.Β And at that moment, we were back again in time, Β back in college. Walking together in the rain, under a single umbrella, because we needed to go by public transport. Sharing a cutting chai because that was all we could afford, waiting for a bus as the rain pelted down because we had no fare for autos. Revelling in each other’s Β presence.

Thank you, monsoon. For a brief moment, the years fell away. And the love came right back.

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About Kiran Manral

Author of The Face At The Window, ( 2016), Karmic Kids, All Aboard (2015) , Once Upon A Crush (2014) and The Reluctant Detective (2011).
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21 Responses to Its a rainy day…

  1. Meira says:

    πŸ™‚ Wow.
    Will you do me a favor please? Send them rain to Delhi too. Please.

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  2. Gymnast says:

    Aww.. this post makes me miss someone special.

    Looks like its in my fate to walk around with nobody to hold on for warmth!

    Get out and find someone… πŸ˜‰

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  3. Awwww this is such a sweet post πŸ™‚
    Just found your blog – really cool stuff πŸ™‚

    Honoured.

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  4. Phoenixritu says:

    Sweet, amazingly sweet! Send some rain our way please

    Will try. Keep the umbrella ready.

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  5. R's Mom says:

    Aww! Sweet post :):)

    Thankee..

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  6. Aathira says:

    Aww…. I wanna walk in the rain – 2 under 1 umbrella πŸ™‚

    Mind you the man better be much taller or youre going to get spoked in the eye. πŸ˜‰

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  7. anna says:

    oh kiran! how utterly lovely!

    πŸ™‚

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  8. Awww! Thats so cute πŸ™‚ Incidentally, my husband and I also love to share an umbrella when it rains..

    So we are not the only romantic monsoon fools around.

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  9. su says:

    lovely ! the romance of mumbai rains leapt right out of the screen πŸ™‚ thanks for the post that picked up my day !

    πŸ™‚

    Youre always welcome..

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  10. CA says:

    I bet that wouldn’t be the case if you had 2 umbrellas in the car … right?
    Looks like you two were meant to share that romantic moment …. how divine !

    Err, we had three umbrellas plus a raincoat. But the rest were in the dicky…

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  11. rozzni says:

    Beautiful!!

    Thankee.

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  12. So cute. I am sure the quiet contentment was evident in your faces πŸ™‚

    Until I began grumbling about how my shoes were ruined…

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  13. Sue says:

    A sweetheart of a post. Awww.

    πŸ™‚

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  14. Aarabi says:

    adorable. though i wonder if everyone finds this kind of love. what do you think?

    I hope everyone finds their kind of love…am sure if you look hard enough you will.

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  15. Gypsy Girl says:

    Awww…. awesome! Romantic romantic rains!!!

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  16. mukul says:

    sweet post.
    sometimes I think that your spouse is too good to be true.
    he like a fable-lesque character and u being the princess blessed.
    sweet post indeed.

    Sometimes I think he is too good to be true too, then sure enough he does something to prove otherwise. Nonetheless, he is my prince charming…

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  17. Prettywoman says:

    Delurking after a long time….could’nt help myself! God bless you both with the same kind of love and happiness today and always! You have an awesome sense of humour! πŸ™‚ Great style of writing…Cheers!

    Thanks so much, stay delurked now…

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  18. dipali says:

    Lovely:)
    Good old brollies:)

    Arent they the best?

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  19. Sonia says:

    Omg how romantic!!!!!!!!!!! I need to find me some rain, grab an umbrella and drag my husband out – how beautiful!

    LOL. This is good for only gentle drizzles mind you.

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  20. aww so so cute πŸ™‚

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  21. Tina says:

    Thats really very sweet way of putting it…
    Nicely written and i guess it felt the same as the word picture has come beautiful…:)

    Thank you.

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