Waiting for the Rainy Respite...

Each summer, as the sun wields its scalding swords, our mind romanticizes the memories of the monsoons from our childhood. I remember standing in my balcony and looking at the white wisps of clouds passing by, hoping that of those would be carrying some rain.But that respite is never so easily delivered in DelhiMonsoon is always tricky here. The city is so huge that often we find residents of one part of Delhi lamenting the fact that the other part always gets more rains. So in Delhi, it is always rainier on the other side. Nothing is as eagerly awaited as the so-called pre-monsoon showers. My father and I used to perform the sand experiments to determine the direction of the wind to see whether the much-sought-after

Each summer, as the sun wields its scalding swords, our mind romanticizes the memories of the monsoons from our childhood. I remember standing in my balcony and looking at the white wisps of clouds passing by, hoping that of those would be carrying some rain.

Each summer, as the sun wields its scalding swords, our mind romanticizes the memories of the monsoons from our childhood. I remember standing in my balcony and looking at the white wisps of clouds passing by, hoping that of those would be carrying some rain.But that respite is never so easily delivered in DelhiMonsoon is always tricky here. The city is so huge that often we find residents of one part of Delhi lamenting the fact that the other part always gets more rains. So in Delhi, it is always rainier on the other side. Nothing is as eagerly awaited as the so-called pre-monsoon showers. My father and I used to perform the sand experiments to determine the direction of the wind to see whether the much-sought-after

But that respite is never so easily delivered in Delhi.
Monsoon is always tricky here. The city is so huge that often we find residents of one part of Delhi lamenting the fact that the other part always gets more rains. So in Delhi, it is always rainier on the other side. 
Each summer, as the sun wields its scalding swords, our mind romanticizes the memories of the monsoons from our childhood. I remember standing in my balcony and looking at the white wisps of clouds passing by, hoping that of those would be carrying some rain.But that respite is never so easily delivered in DelhiMonsoon is always tricky here. The city is so huge that often we find residents of one part of Delhi lamenting the fact that the other part always gets more rains. So in Delhi, it is always rainier on the other side. Nothing is as eagerly awaited as the so-called pre-monsoon showers. My father and I used to perform the sand experiments to determine the direction of the wind to see whether the much-sought-after

Nothing is as eagerly awaited as the so-called pre-monsoon showers. My father and I used to perform the sand experiments to determine the direction of the wind to see whether the much-sought-after "purwa", the harbinger of monsoons, had started blowing.
 
Each summer, as the sun wields its scalding swords, our mind romanticizes the memories of the monsoons from our childhood. I remember standing in my balcony and looking at the white wisps of clouds passing by, hoping that of those would be carrying some rain.But that respite is never so easily delivered in DelhiMonsoon is always tricky here. The city is so huge that often we find residents of one part of Delhi lamenting the fact that the other part always gets more rains. So in Delhi, it is always rainier on the other side. Nothing is as eagerly awaited as the so-called pre-monsoon showers. My father and I used to perform the sand experiments to determine the direction of the wind to see whether the much-sought-after

And when the first rains did come, my mom had to physically restraint my sister and me from jumping out to bathe in it. The first rains were supposed to be toxic. But from the second rains onwards, no force on this earth could stop us from taking a plunge.

Each summer, as the sun wields its scalding swords, our mind romanticizes the memories of the monsoons from our childhood. I remember standing in my balcony and looking at the white wisps of clouds passing by, hoping that of those would be carrying some rain.But that respite is never so easily delivered in DelhiMonsoon is always tricky here. The city is so huge that often we find residents of one part of Delhi lamenting the fact that the other part always gets more rains. So in Delhi, it is always rainier on the other side. Nothing is as eagerly awaited as the so-called pre-monsoon showers. My father and I used to perform the sand experiments to determine the direction of the wind to see whether the much-sought-after

Monsoons were also a blessing because of a completely different reason. Rains would flood our school grounds and the water would take days to dry out. This meant no morning assembly. :)
Each summer, as the sun wields its scalding swords, our mind romanticizes the memories of the monsoons from our childhood. I remember standing in my balcony and looking at the white wisps of clouds passing by, hoping that of those would be carrying some rain.But that respite is never so easily delivered in DelhiMonsoon is always tricky here. The city is so huge that often we find residents of one part of Delhi lamenting the fact that the other part always gets more rains. So in Delhi, it is always rainier on the other side. Nothing is as eagerly awaited as the so-called pre-monsoon showers. My father and I used to perform the sand experiments to determine the direction of the wind to see whether the much-sought-after

Traffic jams and waterlogging wasn't so bad back then so monsoons weren't such a menace. Things have changed fast in the last 10 years.

Each summer, as the sun wields its scalding swords, our mind romanticizes the memories of the monsoons from our childhood. I remember standing in my balcony and looking at the white wisps of clouds passing by, hoping that of those would be carrying some rain.But that respite is never so easily delivered in DelhiMonsoon is always tricky here. The city is so huge that often we find residents of one part of Delhi lamenting the fact that the other part always gets more rains. So in Delhi, it is always rainier on the other side. Nothing is as eagerly awaited as the so-called pre-monsoon showers. My father and I used to perform the sand experiments to determine the direction of the wind to see whether the much-sought-after

We used to sleep on the terrace back then. Rains would make us jump out of our folding beds, gather the beddings, and rush downstairs. Going back to sleep would be such a big challenge. Me and my sister would stay up for hours looking at the sparkling raindrops clinging on to the branches of the mango tree behind our house.

Each summer, as the sun wields its scalding swords, our mind romanticizes the memories of the monsoons from our childhood. I remember standing in my balcony and looking at the white wisps of clouds passing by, hoping that of those would be carrying some rain.But that respite is never so easily delivered in DelhiMonsoon is always tricky here. The city is so huge that often we find residents of one part of Delhi lamenting the fact that the other part always gets more rains. So in Delhi, it is always rainier on the other side. Nothing is as eagerly awaited as the so-called pre-monsoon showers. My father and I used to perform the sand experiments to determine the direction of the wind to see whether the much-sought-after

And in the morning, we would peer out of the windows of our schoolbus, hoping that it would pass through a puddle, making a huge splash. 
Each summer, as the sun wields its scalding swords, our mind romanticizes the memories of the monsoons from our childhood. I remember standing in my balcony and looking at the white wisps of clouds passing by, hoping that of those would be carrying some rain.But that respite is never so easily delivered in DelhiMonsoon is always tricky here. The city is so huge that often we find residents of one part of Delhi lamenting the fact that the other part always gets more rains. So in Delhi, it is always rainier on the other side. Nothing is as eagerly awaited as the so-called pre-monsoon showers. My father and I used to perform the sand experiments to determine the direction of the wind to see whether the much-sought-after

Rains have always created new memories and brought the old ones. Cute raincoats, unmanageble umbrellas, and getting drenched in spite of these. Coming home to a hot cup of tea, and then snuggling close to mom... 
Each summer, as the sun wields its scalding swords, our mind romanticizes the memories of the monsoons from our childhood. I remember standing in my balcony and looking at the white wisps of clouds passing by, hoping that of those would be carrying some rain.But that respite is never so easily delivered in DelhiMonsoon is always tricky here. The city is so huge that often we find residents of one part of Delhi lamenting the fact that the other part always gets more rains. So in Delhi, it is always rainier on the other side. Nothing is as eagerly awaited as the so-called pre-monsoon showers. My father and I used to perform the sand experiments to determine the direction of the wind to see whether the much-sought-after

And today, even though the congestion has increased and we know that travelling is going to become hell during monsoons, we still gaze at the skies desperately hoping to see the fast-moving, low-flying monsoon clouds approaching. Rains....please don't go away!

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