All drenched in rain

Its been raining here in Bangalore for past few days now. Everytime I see the rain coming down from the heavens above I feel like getting all wet in it. But everytime I am held back. Held back from getting wet just because now I have a hundered and one things to take care of before I get wet.

Every time I have to think, “My leather shoes would get soggy in the rain”.   “What about the money wallet I am carry or my mobile phone”. Every thing would be rendered useless once I get wet. More over I’ll have to go to office, how can I sit in the office with all my clothes wet. All this khich-khich, always changes my mind.

I’m surprised when I see my self in flash back. Just 3-4 years ago,  I would have not given getting wet another thought. If it rained I’d have to get wet. Then it did not matter if I was walking, I was on a bike, I was going to college, coming from college… did not make a difference.

Well that is what they call change I suppose, but I dont want to change… I still want to be that stubborn little kid that I’ve always been.

But tonite when it rained in Bangalore while I was on my way back from dinner… I just could not help my self. I kept the wallet n mobile phone, pens etc in a plastic bag n started walking… geting drenched in the heavenly shower.. enjoying every drop landing on my body.

A happy little grown up child.

Ah.. It felt great to be a child again.. Automatically my mind started reciting the following lines from the poem “Mera Naya Bachpan” by Subhadra Kumari Chauhan

बार-बार आती है मुझको मधुर याद बचपन तेरी।
गया ले गया तू जीवन की सबसे मस्त खुशी मेरी॥

चिंता-रहित खेलना-खाना वह फिरना निर्भय स्वच्छंद।
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