The queen of seasons is already here. By here I mean the green city - Bangalore. It hasn't arrived empty handed, but brought the king of fruits - mangoes - with itself. Doesn't it make for a perfect picture, you sitting at the window and the succulent yummy mangoes to give you company. The fruit has a seductive vibe to it. So, no wonder, where I thought I will discuss the rains, I very smoothly jumped to mangoes.
Sticking strictly to rains, this weather presents an irresistible charm. The grumpy clouds overhead, the uncertainty of whether it will rain (or not), the hidden desires that come to life when you grow conscious of a pair of eyes on you, while trying to make your way through the puddle bana swimming pool. One has to admit that through the autos that refuse to budge on a super rainy day, the overflowing gutters right outside your doorstep and the frizzy limp hair that makes you look like a sad version of you, there is a certain romanticism involved in the entire monsoon story. Blame it on the Bollywood movies or the cheesy novels, the weather promises an ambiguous start to a new affair.
I have always wondered what is this sweet mystery surrounding it? What is it that makes us despise it so much and still never get over the love affair? Maybe I never want to unravel it, maybe I never want it to cease, maybe I want to keep the doors open to fresh beginnings, unfamiliar avenues and novel experiences.
Photo credit: tst_99
Sticking strictly to rains, this weather presents an irresistible charm. The grumpy clouds overhead, the uncertainty of whether it will rain (or not), the hidden desires that come to life when you grow conscious of a pair of eyes on you, while trying to make your way through the puddle bana swimming pool. One has to admit that through the autos that refuse to budge on a super rainy day, the overflowing gutters right outside your doorstep and the frizzy limp hair that makes you look like a sad version of you, there is a certain romanticism involved in the entire monsoon story. Blame it on the Bollywood movies or the cheesy novels, the weather promises an ambiguous start to a new affair.
I have always wondered what is this sweet mystery surrounding it? What is it that makes us despise it so much and still never get over the love affair? Maybe I never want to unravel it, maybe I never want it to cease, maybe I want to keep the doors open to fresh beginnings, unfamiliar avenues and novel experiences.
Photo credit: tst_99
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