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. And at that moment, we were back again in time, 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 presence.
Thank you, monsoon. For a brief moment, the years fell away. And the love came right back.
About Kiran Manral
Kiran Manral is a writer and major social media influencer. After quitting her full-time journalist’s job when her son was born, Kiran became a mommy blogger on the internet, with a remarkably original voice. She was a journalist at The Asian Age, The Times of India, features editor Cosmopolitan, India Cultural Lead and Trend spotter at Gartner Iconoculture US, Senior Consultant at Vector Insights, Ideas Editor, SheThePeople.TV. Kiran is currently a celebrated author and an independent research and media consultant.
She was shortlisted for the Femina Women Awards for Literary Contribution in 2017. The Indian Council of UN Relations (ICUNR) supported by the Ministry of Women and Children, Govt of India, awarded her the International Women’s Day Award 2018 for excellence in the field of writing. In 2021 she was awarded the Womennovator 1000 Women of Asia award. In 2022, she was named amongst the 75 Iconic Indian women in STEAM by Red Dot Foundation and Beyond Black, in collaboration with the Office of the Principal Scientific Advisor, Government of India, and British High Commission, New Delhi.
Her novella, Saving Maya, was long-listed for the 2018 Saboteur Award, supported by the Arts Council of England in the UK. Her novels 'The Face At the Window’ and ‘Missing, Presumed Dead were both long-listed for Jio MAMI Word to Screen, and ‘The Face at the Window’ was showcased at the South Asian Film Festival 2019. The Kitty Party Murder was shortlisted for the Popular Choice award at the 2021 JK Papers TOI AutHER awards.
Her other books include The Reluctant Detective, Once Upon A Crush, All Aboard, Karmic Kids-The Story of Parenting Nobody Told You, A Boy’s Guide to Growing Up, True Love Stories, 13 Steps to Bloody Good Parenting, Raising Kids with Hope and Wonder in Times of a Pandemic and Climate Change, More Things in Heaven and Earth and Rising: 30 Women Who Changed India. She also has published short stories in various magazines, in acclaimed anthologies like Have A Safe Journey, Boo, The Best Asian Speculative Fiction 2018, Grandpa’s Tales, Magical Women and City of Screams. Kiran lives in Mumbai with her family.
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🙂 Wow.
Will you do me a favor please? Send them rain to Delhi too. Please.
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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… 😉
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Awwww this is such a sweet post 🙂
Just found your blog – really cool stuff 🙂
Honoured.
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Sweet, amazingly sweet! Send some rain our way please
Will try. Keep the umbrella ready.
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Aww! Sweet post :):)
Thankee..
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Aww…. I wanna walk in the rain – 2 under 1 umbrella 🙂
Mind you the man better be much taller or youre going to get spoked in the eye. 😉
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oh kiran! how utterly lovely!
🙂
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Awww! Thats so cute 🙂 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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lovely ! the romance of mumbai rains leapt right out of the screen 🙂 thanks for the post that picked up my day !
🙂
Youre always welcome..
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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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Beautiful!!
Thankee.
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So cute. I am sure the quiet contentment was evident in your faces 🙂
Until I began grumbling about how my shoes were ruined…
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A sweetheart of a post. Awww.
🙂
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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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Awww…. awesome! Romantic romantic rains!!!
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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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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! 🙂 Great style of writing…Cheers!
Thanks so much, stay delurked now…
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Lovely:)
Good old brollies:)
Arent they the best?
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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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aww so so cute 🙂
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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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