Hooray!! it is a rainy season. We are somehow enjoying and sometimes infuriated with the lashing rain. So I thought of writing about rain 

We Indians have our priorities sorted… While the rest of the world looks for an umbrella every time it rains. No Indian household will believe, monsoon has been started unless someone gets a call to hang out for a hot cup of adrak chai, youngsters playing football and cricket in the rain and kids playing with the paper boats they do and jumping in the puddles.

When it rains, all of the sudden earth transforms from this dry, dusty, piece of land into a gorgeous, green, beauty that is full of life and vigor. All around it is like earth coming alive celebrating life itself. The smell of the rain when it hits the hot earth is what rejoices our inner selves. The pitter-patter of the raindrops makes soothing music to the soul 

Though rains add thrill and excitement to the people of all ages, Rainy days appear gloomy and depressing to many. People stuck in traffic jams due to chaotic roads and waterlogging at times. Due to undue haste, traffic congestion and low visibility, accidents may happen. 

On a serious note, rain means everything to farmers. While rains are good for the crops excess rains could destroy crops. Mosquitoes start breeding on the surface of stagnant puddles causing dengue and malaria. 

Creating some lovely as well as gruesome memories, every year this monsoon brings some special stories to all households, to all the ages. Grandparents feeling the pleasant rain, seeing their grandchildren playing. Parents rushing to the office (oh...no..! they get late because of rain). Teenagers get ready with their cam lenses to capture the beautiful nature, enjoying the rain, making their stories with a hot sip of chai with pakoda and cool chilled ice creams. Kids playing in the rain, sometimes get sick drenching in the rain, thereby getting a reason to bunk school.