Of rains and memories…
This is definitely the longest gap I have ever had on my blog! I won’t say first year of MBA does that to you. I definitely had the time to jot down some of my thoughts and I indeed wrote things in my diary but was never inspired enough to put up on my blog. Or maybe I was just very lazy! Either ways, I am definitely not doing justice to Prakhar, he re-designed the blog for me ages ago! And so, I am back to the blog-o-sphere and I promise to be more regular henceforth.
It is something about the first rain showers that makes me so vulnerable and nostalgic! It reminds me the re-opening of school where I would flaunt my new rainy sandals. It reminds me of plastic covered books in my school bag. Of sticky raincoats that I disliked from the bottom of my heart! It reminds me of paper boats and muddy puddles. Reminds me of the times in school when I would be overjoyed if it rained heavily causing the school to declare holiday.
It reminds me of all the deep conversations with my mom over cups of coffee. It reminds me of sitting with her listening to music and listening to her stories. The beautiful memories of going on long night rides in the new car we bought. Of weekend getaways to Lonavala with my parents where we devoured sweetcorn cobs and came back with packets of Maganlal Chikki.
