The rains are finally here! Thanks to the
low depression created near the coastal Andhra, Chennai has been experiencing
continuous rainfall over this weekend. A fresh, washed smell lingered in the air. The city welcomed me with the sight of overcast
skies with roads washed out, mud splattered on the lanes, water-filled
potholes, and constant play of pitter-patter of the raindrops. Men with trousers rolled up, mothers
clutching the umbrella in one hand and in another their kid, school kids moving in groups all
trying to cluster under one big makeshift shelter, these sights are common
sights during the rains.
People in Chennai have always been very
welcoming to any weather. They treat the
monsoons too with kindness, for without ample rainfall, the summer months would
become difficult for the common man.
It’s amazing how the sight of rainfall,
fills you with nostalgia, bringing back memories. Memories, which go back to
the times, when you were a seven year old; one who made paper boats and launched
them in many rivulets that ran through the backyard, who would read Phantom as
Ma brought in hot pakodas. These are
my memories of the monsoon season. There is of course, the unspoken, silent
prayer that please-God-let-tomorrow-be-a-holiday; but inevitably this prayer
always went unanswered. Somehow my salutations and respects never appeased the
Being brought up in a Bengali household, I
have been especially fond of food. And the perfect recipe for a rainy afternoon
is incomplete without a meal of hot khichudi,
with rivers of ghee running through and beguni.
Mouth watering right!
For a bookworm like me, nothing beats the
combo of a good book teamed up with some good food. And with the monsoon at my
doorstep, it’s my favorite time of the year!