Its been raining cats, dogs and hippos in Mumbai while the weather is bone dry in Delhi. I wonder what did delhites do to earn this fate?
As kids, we used to sing a rhyme, taught to us by aunts...
'Yere yere pausaa
Tula deto paisa
Paisa hota khota
Paus aala motha'
Come come O rain,
I'll give you money
(then it rained)
The money is false
But the rains are big
(so I fooled the rains)
Jul 4, 2006
Rain Rain Come Again
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I am not really a rainy person...all its romance and the beauty remains locked up only in yellowed pages.
And yet rains invariably flood me with childhood memories of "kaagaz ki kashti", muddy raincoats and seasonal flu! :D and much as i hate to admit, it wasnt all that bad.
nice.. i love rains. They can be synonymous with heartbreak, and with love!
:) wow! and then a double-wow! :)
i had no idea this blog existed, till this moment .....(the discovery takes care of one wow!)
and i absolutely absolutely love rains too..........somehow it liberates me, donno why!!! i love it on windows, on leaves, flowers, grass, cars, puddles, rivers , my skin............. i can go on :))))
hey!! wow long time huh. thanks for the email. i miss the rains in india!! hope there is no floods!
Hi kem cho?
So that's where you are now!
its rained a LOT back home too, last night.
baki badhu majama che.
austere
kyanthi atla divase bhula padya?
moi
you are welcome!
at your insistence
you just havent been in the right places when it rained..:)
austere
atla badha divaso maan bahu vichaar karyo...pachi paacho aavi gayo..
gnextdoor
floods, not yet, but almost..
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