Rainbow

She was wearing a black dress. I saw her from my balcony. It was raining outside... very slightly... maybe it couldn't even be called a drizzle. The sound of wind passing through the leaves, the raindrops just wetting the evening road, made the atmosphere lively...

Tak tak tak tak
...the frequency of the "taks" increased as she ran. And slowly, the sound subsided. She was far away.

Black barely visible under the cover of Rainbow... is beautiful.

The little girl in black now was nowhere in sight. My ears searched for a sound resembling a "tak", but in vain. The rain ceased. Everything was still, lifeless. Silence reined. Maybe it was the deadening silence that made me have an insane desire of having a look at that girl... the girl in black. The thought was too tempting, to break the silence, somehow. No... to the break the silence by the "taks"... only... by the black dress only...

Tak tak tak tak

She came back... running... and clutching a colorful rainbow umbrella in her hand. I was still in my balcony and made an attempt to look at her face, my eyes made rapid movements to satisfy my unfathomable desire. I wished that she would lift her head so that i can see her, the girl in black, and lift, did she. And i saw, her umbrella... almost covering the black (dress)...

Black barely visible under the cover of Rainbow... beautiful!

Vaana

...and it rained!

and still the thunders are audible!

Chitapata chinkulu

This is the story of my friend

She'd always go out for a walk along with her friends in the evening. It was always refreshing to go out after a day of lectures and tutorials.

It almost had become a routine. The tutorial would end roughly at around 5:15 pm and they would all go out for a pleasant walk only to return hungry!

It was one of those evenings and the place being a hill station, a sudden light downpour was not so uncommon. Oh, how she loved rains! It always gave her a feeling of nature touching her, washing off her worries, gifting her a momentary joy of being lost, a feeling of rain purifying her... how could she not jump with joy on seeing little droplets land on her face?

One of the students suggested her to open her umbrella for there was a risk of catching cold. She told him that she loves rains and its okay. Anyways, it was just drizzling and they had almost reached the IIA campus!

Addu cheppade, Umbrella epudu
O vana, nuvvu vostanante...
[Translation: Umbrella never acts as a barrier if rain wants to seep in right through...]

Chitapata Chinkulu!
[Translation: Little raindrops!]

Maybe it was another of those days when it had started drizzling when they'd almost reached the campus. She decided to go to room first and then go for dinner. Suddenly it started raining hard! Oh, what fun it was, she got fully drenched outside her guest house and oh! what a feeling.

But alas! It was Kodaikanal and it was cold! I wasnt able to stop myself from shivering hard and clattering my teeth involutarily, the whole dinner time that day!

Yea! Chitapata Chinkulu!

Shruti

This is where I long to be...

Oh! This song "La isla bonita" always takes me back to Goa.

What a place! Its really so hard to not fall in love with goa.
"Japanese Gardens"! What a beach.. Can i ever forget that rock where i sat, watching the sun touch the horizon, the blue waters glistering in the evening sky? Can i ever see nething as beautiful as the waves hitting the rocks.. turning into foam and dissolving into oblivion? Can i ever forget the feeling of the wet sand sinking under my feet and the waves washing away the remnants of the impressions created? Can i ever forget the ride we took to reach there (Only myself and disha were there in the whole bus, along with another passenger who helped us with the directions)? Can I ever forget the cool breeze moistening our enthu, never lettin it go dry? Can i ever forget, the same cool breeze splashing itself on our faces, making us feel the power of nature?

"Sinquerim Beach"! Oh.. What a place.. Can I ever forget the muddy path leading to the fort, onlooking the sea? Can i ever forget the powerful wind reorienting our hair and flapping against my skirt? Can i ever forget the wet splashes of salty water making us smile and infusing enthu in us? Can i ever forget that lovely foreigner couple (who seemed pretty old agewise) enjoying the view of the sea? Can i ever forget the wild dance of the waves over the huge rocks.. jumping high.. creating a foamy pool in the rocky voids and yet again retreating back into the sea? Can i ever forget the music of the roaring sea, so very much crisp and fresh?

Can i ever.. ever in my life, forget the whole 2 months experience?

During those two months, We: myself and disha, went to Mumbai for 2 days, just to break the monotony that was born out of a predetermined routine. The bus took off at around 6 pm. It was a 14 hrs bus journey. but wow! what a journey! It was almost night when the bus bid adieu to goa, so it was pointless seeing outside as everything was pitch-dark. And now.. here comes my insomniac tendency! I woke up at 5 am, disha was sleeping, and wow! It felt like heaven! It had rained the previous night and so everything was looking so fresh and green. oh wow! Oh god! It was soo beautiful outside. Dint feel like taking my eyes off this abundance of beauty. The bus reached 'navi mumbai' at around 6 am. Our destination was 'Malabar Hills' (I dont know where it is, apart from this info: Its somewhere in/close to Central Mumbai). Rakshit, Disha's brother came to pick us up. The place where we were staying (in disha's mama's house) was sea facing and it was sooo pretty! We got a full view of the beautiful Arabian sea out through the window of the room, which we (Disha n me) were given.

There was a big chest like thing placed by that window, which became my favorite spot for full 1 night and the succeeding morning. It felt soo great starin at the sea for hours long.. thinkin nothing and staring at the sea. It was a real beauty..
Again woke up at around 5 in the morning and sat on that chest. There was this delta shaped rock which made the breaking waves take different directions when they came close to it. It was so great to see the waves coming from different directions yet eventually merging into a single entity and goin back to the sea. Slowly the dawn broke into mumbai and disha woke up. "Tum bahar kya dekhti rehti ho?". I wish *------* It was around 7 am or 8 am and that delta shaped rock had completely disappered into the sea, as if it never existed! The water level had risen and I got up to take bath...

Mumbai! Night never manages to creep in even at night. Its such a lively bustling place! Even at 11 pm (after our visit to an ex-BITS phy. prof's home in mumbai), the night dint seem to set in. Light drizzle had started to set in, at the bus stop and Rakshit told us to look above at the sky. Wow! The tiny droplets looked soo pretty when they made way to land on our faces. It was the prettiest thing (apart from sea viewing) that i experienced all through the stay in mumbai...

* I guess, its high time that I start studying for OT now! Enough of swimming in the past! :)

EDIT: I think that i kind of like this font better.

--Shruti