LA rain

Someone has said when you are low inside you cant enjoy the outside beauty.

Today its raining outside. And I just cant react to it. I love rains! In Mumbai I used to open my window and let those cold tiny drops come into my room. I don’t remember how many beautiful evenings I spent sitting on the edge of my window looking on the streets which used to be full of brown water. I always thought the purity of water is getting vanished when it touches our world. People around me are so pure but this world made them ocher-brown like water on the streets. And suddenly saw few kids jumping into that flood of mud and screaming wild. I used to get so jealous! I felt like yes I was there too running behind those little fishes! We used to call it gappi-masa. Hygiene-sanity these words were never there in my dictionary. There was just a moment of pleasure! Oh it’s a flashback in flashback! This mind always feels happy in the past. But makes us smile in the present. Now I really feel good. The sound of rain is no more disturbing. Oops my room-mate just closed that window. Still I can see droplets on the glass, they want to come in. Sorry guys I am not available today. There is someone who is already in my thoughts, making me remind me of the past and making me happy. Those drops at the corner of the eyes are nothing but my present.