Rebeccus Farcis

Rebeccus Farcis means "Have Fun", in err.. the yet to be discovered Martian.

The joy of first rain

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I work on what is effectively a 10th floor office. The ones they build in the cities, with glass curtain walls, transparent enough for someone inside to see the world beyond the glass doors.

One bitter truth about Mumbai is the poverty. Slums hound the city. As you land in Mumbai, one look through the windows suggests so. I presume Mukesh Ambani, from the terrace of his new house, would see the Arabian sea on one side, slums on the other. I’m no different.

The first rain is always a welcome pleasure. Appears better from the tenth floor, with a coffee in hand. I was doing precisely that, this one fine afternoon. Somewhere down below, the eyes spot two kids dancing on the road. No more than 4 feet tall, naked, drenched in the rain. Dancing. Dancing, jumping, hands waving in the air, face towards the sky, raindrops splashing across their face. Β I cannot hear them, I cannot see their faces, I cannot see their expressions. Only their joy is contagious – can feel it.

They live in that tin shed. That tin shed might have boiled them all summer, the rain brings them no respite – that place is sure to flood, their roof is sure to leak. The past was no good, the future looks no better. Just that, as a kid is that you are oblivious to all these things.

First rains are dangerous. They are dirty. You might fall sick, you might catch a cold! Bah! Sometimes, your love in life, is well beyond your reason! Just dance, in the rain!

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Written by Srinivas

June 8, 2012 at 5:21 am

Posted in Uncategorized

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  1. Those 1st drops of rain..come what may it brings joy in your face πŸ™‚ Good one Srini πŸ˜€

    Sound

    June 8, 2012 at 2:05 pm

  2. After a long hiatus. Certainly a refreshing read.

    Rains have always appeared draconian to me. The flooded streets, the rain coats, the traffic jams and the gloomy no-sunshine days. I have found it hard to peel this layer and look beneath for the beauty of the rains that you speak of. I wish I can do that soon..

    My younger sister strongly believes that this hatred for rains explains my singlehood almost undeniably! :-/

    Himanshu

    June 8, 2012 at 2:17 pm

  3. Thanks Soundarya! πŸ™‚

    @Himanshu, The rains brought back some inspiration to someone who simply wouldn’t write because he had lost all inspiration to!
    Trust the sisters on singlehood. I do mine when she says, ‘You have a home with everything but a wife’.

    Srinivas

    June 8, 2012 at 2:22 pm

  4. Simple and sweet as ever. “Only their joy is contagious – can feel it.” I felt it too.

    thequalityanalyst

    June 8, 2012 at 10:24 pm


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