The more it rains the more I feel sad. The sky is full of gray clouds as if the world is heading for it's end. Never a gloom can bring so much joy. Big droplets to sharp needle like showers occasionally accompanied with thunders and lightning a rain is a treat to watch from window. Not to speak of the roads in rural areas the cities too speak worst of the rains. Water swirls on the roads as in rivulet speeding towards unknown places.The much walked and known road appears strange.We do not know where to stamp our foot. The dug hole can pull you down to it's bottom, or uncovered drainage manhole can suck you to the city outskirt rarely floating with life.After a down pour the vehicles stranded push ahead with honking above polluting decibels.Pedestrians taking shelter at the roadside shop start maneuvering at once like creatures moving out of their hideouts. The roads get jammed with pandemonium fell out from the sky.
It is not a rare experience in a monsoon country where rain is part of life during one third of an year. Despite all the hardships it creates we love rains. We eagerly wait and rejoice rains. It is hard to guess a life without a rain here. Fate of the farmer is written with rain drops on his fore head. Skeletons, either human or cattle, scattered over parched fields during drought match the total bodies that float in flood waters during rainy season in this rain fed nation. I guess no other country in the world gets so much rain. Water, water every where not a drop to sink !
Not a day passes without a power cut. Ridiculously the line man promptly switches off for the scheduled power cut even during heavy down pour. In a month or two most of the bore wells go dry. The lakes which swell during rainy day make dwelling for many people subsequently. The villages cut off from the rest of the world a while ago are on drought radar after few months. Heaps of sand accumulates in the midst of life giving rivers. You walk miles even to leave ashes of a dead man into the water.
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