Rains....almost everyone would hold a pleasant or an unpleasant memory with a rainy day!! To me it’s like drops of memory......that fall on me and follow me throughout in life.
This was very recent...I'd decided to walk in the rains with no reasons at all. (I don't enjoy them as I did before!!) It was pouring crazy and was the first rains of monsoon. I had just met a few of my friends...who did of course offer to drop me home by the car...but the wired me had a firm mind to walk home.
I did have an Umbrella but it dint really help much. I could see only a few cars, gallons of water flowing down the road, all people trying to squeeze in where they could find some shelter from the rains, cars stopping along on the road as they could not drive ahead.
Thinking of the rain to me it is the condensation of thoughts and emotions into unmanageable feelings and behavior that pour out....they are so heavy that they just drop to the surface and yet can’t be differentiated. Depending on the condensation and the swift of the wind the power of it is defined......(Does that make sense??)
Continuing on this day....after quite a lot of walking in the rain a car approached towards me and stopped there with a sweet lady lowering her window and asking me if I need to be dropped somewhere...I was amazed...I just answered to her, '. Thank you aunty! I am ok' I was just wondering if she was not ok? or I was not ok? As I walked ahead I saw this old man who with a bag of food was try to cross the road. He was signaling the traffic that he could not see due to the rains to please slow down and allow him to cross. I went up to him held his hands that were shivering in cold took him under the umbrella and walked him across the road.
I walked with him till his small little hut where is old wife stood waiting. She worked as a maid at homes close by, he told me. He was affectionate and blessed me like any other Indian old man would do. I was pleased that he reached home and enjoyed the moment when the two of them waved at me with a smile as I continued to walk towards home.
As I continued to walk my way home, I had another car to my surprise stop and ask me if I needed a drop. This time it was a man who was aged as much as my dad, with a sweet smile he asked me would you need a drop? No Uncle I am ok, I said and continued to walk. I had noticed his car a few minutes before as he had parked along the road.
I was wonder struck when I thought of the events that occurred as I walked in the rain.....Why was I offered a drop twice to my destination while the old man on the road was left alone to reach his destination. I wonder why?? There could have been anyone with an umbrella to walk out of their car and help him across. Why dint that happen? Why was there no one to initiate??
With all the thinking running through me.....i looked to my left to find myself in front of my home. I slowly walked in to find my mom and grand parents asleep....I sneaked in and changed before anyone realized I walked in the rains. But there is always a question in my mind 'Why?' for every happening of life.
This was very recent...I'd decided to walk in the rains with no reasons at all. (I don't enjoy them as I did before!!) It was pouring crazy and was the first rains of monsoon. I had just met a few of my friends...who did of course offer to drop me home by the car...but the wired me had a firm mind to walk home.
I did have an Umbrella but it dint really help much. I could see only a few cars, gallons of water flowing down the road, all people trying to squeeze in where they could find some shelter from the rains, cars stopping along on the road as they could not drive ahead.
Thinking of the rain to me it is the condensation of thoughts and emotions into unmanageable feelings and behavior that pour out....they are so heavy that they just drop to the surface and yet can’t be differentiated. Depending on the condensation and the swift of the wind the power of it is defined......(Does that make sense??)
Continuing on this day....after quite a lot of walking in the rain a car approached towards me and stopped there with a sweet lady lowering her window and asking me if I need to be dropped somewhere...I was amazed...I just answered to her, '. Thank you aunty! I am ok' I was just wondering if she was not ok? or I was not ok? As I walked ahead I saw this old man who with a bag of food was try to cross the road. He was signaling the traffic that he could not see due to the rains to please slow down and allow him to cross. I went up to him held his hands that were shivering in cold took him under the umbrella and walked him across the road.
I walked with him till his small little hut where is old wife stood waiting. She worked as a maid at homes close by, he told me. He was affectionate and blessed me like any other Indian old man would do. I was pleased that he reached home and enjoyed the moment when the two of them waved at me with a smile as I continued to walk towards home.
As I continued to walk my way home, I had another car to my surprise stop and ask me if I needed a drop. This time it was a man who was aged as much as my dad, with a sweet smile he asked me would you need a drop? No Uncle I am ok, I said and continued to walk. I had noticed his car a few minutes before as he had parked along the road.
I was wonder struck when I thought of the events that occurred as I walked in the rain.....Why was I offered a drop twice to my destination while the old man on the road was left alone to reach his destination. I wonder why?? There could have been anyone with an umbrella to walk out of their car and help him across. Why dint that happen? Why was there no one to initiate??
With all the thinking running through me.....i looked to my left to find myself in front of my home. I slowly walked in to find my mom and grand parents asleep....I sneaked in and changed before anyone realized I walked in the rains. But there is always a question in my mind 'Why?' for every happening of life.
Cheers to life!
