Rainy Hyderabad...
I am not a big rain lover !!
The underlying reason is pretty simple ...
its like i hate to pour the first mug of water on myself in the shower!!
Once that is done ... i just love the drenching,
playing in the rain, or riding in the rain (believe me it very different and fun too)
Hate ?whats that ??? i am an angel, i never hate anything ;)
DONT LIKES about rain...........
1. The initial drenching.
2. The inconvenience.
3. Muddy roads with the splash expert trucks to share it with.
Worst ever rain??
Naaa.... Probably, when dad was driving down from Kochi to kottayam (i would have driven, but considering that i was only in the 11th , i was not allowed to ).........
Very bad visibility and night with the rain....
we were all praying all through the journey that we get home that night....
Best recollection
This one is cool ...
i can still see this one like some painting hanging on the hallways of memories..
The whole of the football ground used to filled up in muddy brown water.
Then it would flow down the front of the hostel down to the basket ball ground.
We would most probably get a holiday because of floods at kottayam(My Native Place).
And we would play in the rain ... paper boats....
l ong sleep in the afternoon.... cool nights....
the look of those drenched trees waving in the wind ...
made me wonder if it was their dance of joy for the rain!
I still feel the wet wind blowing on our faces ,
as we stood on the top of the hostel building and pondered yonder ...
Now i can look at those days .. j
ust like we used to dream of our tommorows then!!
The underlying reason is pretty simple ...
its like i hate to pour the first mug of water on myself in the shower!!
Once that is done ... i just love the drenching,
playing in the rain, or riding in the rain (believe me it very different and fun too)
Hate ?whats that ??? i am an angel, i never hate anything ;)
DONT LIKES about rain...........
1. The initial drenching.
2. The inconvenience.
3. Muddy roads with the splash expert trucks to share it with.
Worst ever rain??
Naaa.... Probably, when dad was driving down from Kochi to kottayam (i would have driven, but considering that i was only in the 11th , i was not allowed to ).........
Very bad visibility and night with the rain....
we were all praying all through the journey that we get home that night....
Best recollection
This one is cool ...
i can still see this one like some painting hanging on the hallways of memories..
The whole of the football ground used to filled up in muddy brown water.
Then it would flow down the front of the hostel down to the basket ball ground.
We would most probably get a holiday because of floods at kottayam(My Native Place).
And we would play in the rain ... paper boats....
l ong sleep in the afternoon.... cool nights....
the look of those drenched trees waving in the wind ...
made me wonder if it was their dance of joy for the rain!
I still feel the wet wind blowing on our faces ,
as we stood on the top of the hostel building and pondered yonder ...
Now i can look at those days .. j
ust like we used to dream of our tommorows then!!
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