Through the Foggy Window

“Behta hai mann kahi, kaha jaante nahi

Koi rok le yahi..”

Doesn't rain have this impeccable and unique quality to make you nostalgic?

For me, every raindrop is like revisiting some of the most memorable days of my life.

School trip with best friends.

Dancing with naked feet.

The joy of first love.

Walking teary-eyed and losing myself somewhere in the crowd.

*sigh*

I remember, as a kid I used to be completely besotted by the dark, cloudy sky and incessant rains. I remember the countless number of times my mum had to run behind me to stop me from getting completely drenched in the rain. Well, not much has changed.  Except that mum doesn’t run behind me anymore. She knows it’s useless, cause the obsession has survived till date. Just that the vogue of enjoying the rain has changed a wee bit. Now it’s more about lying on the couch and reading a novel, or sipping warm tea and listening to age-old love songs.

Have you ever thought of the little things we miss out on due to the ever-occupied schedule of our daily life?

Do we still open the rusty cupboard and take a look at the diary we used to keep at the age of seven? Check, you might find your first ever love letter hidden in it.

Do we care to sit beside our mom, and listen to her humming her favourite song? Try it, you might as well have forgotten it was she who taught you your childhood songs.

Do we reminisce about the days we spent sitting on the rooftop of our school and laughing our heart out with our friends? Call them up, maybe they miss you just as much.

People say life is too short. But it’s never too late to remember that there’s enough time to get back what we want. So, stop running, and start living.

“Bhaage re mann kahi, aage re mann chala

Jaane kidhar jaanu na..”

Happy Monsoon, you all.

Love, 

Sayantani Sarkar.