Rain , some one says rain gives pleasure and some one else says rain is a disaster. For me , rain means magic. Rain reminds me my life as a kiddo . When I was 5 , we live in an old , big house. We had a servant , a relation helped mom to ease her work .Appuchcha worked at out station and he came home during the week end. It was only me , I was very fortunate to grasp the entire love they generated . I can still remember the orange juice , mom used make for me for tea. She had her own fruit trees , for us . She picked the orange a moment before she made the juice. It was heavenly. We grew up with Maliban , .Our generation has this relationship with Maliban biscuits. Even today as a mom and as a grown up , I choose only Maliban . It is the trust they build up . when they grew.
Rainy days , I got a huge mug of black coffee with Aggala. My mom's Aggala is still the best .. A bit of spicy but it goes with black coffee really well. I used to sit on the cement pillar , counting rain drops. I used to make boats and trying to float them ... Finally , when mom was not visible I loved to dance in the rain. Even today , I do the same with my kids , when my husband is not around. Its such a fun !!
When rain drops kiss your body , the feeling you are going through is amazing . No tempo , but your whole body shakes like a salsa ..Hmmm..memories.. One rainy day , Apuchcha came home and asked me to get ready to go to hospital to see MOM .Appuchcha said mom is coming home with a lill brother .. Oh , I was overwhelmed. I was thrilled and danced like a princess. We went to the nursing home and I saw the lill kiddo sleeping tightly in a baby cot . It was the start of a new life. I taught him who was good n who was bad and who gave us the best presents..you know...
Time flied.. We both loved rain. We play hours in the rain , when mom n Appuchca was not around us. We both were the best friends and the worst enemies. My brother loved to have Aggala and black coffee too. We argued about so many things , we had so many laughs together , we read a lot ..we both were addicted to reading . He was interested in Maths and I was interested in Arts . We had strict set of rules. We had only home made food . But we got all nutritious food . We were lucky to have all home grown vegies , . mom added a green salad to every meal . A light meal for dinner.
Amma n Appuchcha build a big house n broke down the old house. We got separate rooms . That house had 8 rooms. It was one of the best houses in the area. Mom and Appuchca had money to give us every comfort. We grew up like angels.
I was in love with my Appuchca's friends son . He was 7 years older to me and loved me like a jewel . His love still echoes with in me. But for the sake of my parents happiness , I had to sacrifice my first love. Do I still have regrets ? Not sure.. It was a love - love affair.. We wrote letters , exchanged rings, telephone calls , hankies...pillow cases.. I did a cross stitch birthday wish for him .. He was the man in my life and I treated to him like to a king.. He did love rain too... Rain has such a relationship with me. We walked hours under an umbrella holding each others .. He kissed me on my cheeks.. or on my forehead. Promised me to love me forever.. Situations change , people change,, weather changes. .Why not only us ?
This rain and that rain are still the same . only the situation has changed. people has changed. Rain still pours water in the same manner... Rain reminds me tear drops too.There were long nights , I lied my life with tears and rain.. But I got rid up all my sorrows and became the energetic , me .. Thanks life , for finding my true spirit .. thanks for being my soul mate ..
Its just a memory.. Life goes on n on..
Rainy days , I got a huge mug of black coffee with Aggala. My mom's Aggala is still the best .. A bit of spicy but it goes with black coffee really well. I used to sit on the cement pillar , counting rain drops. I used to make boats and trying to float them ... Finally , when mom was not visible I loved to dance in the rain. Even today , I do the same with my kids , when my husband is not around. Its such a fun !!
When rain drops kiss your body , the feeling you are going through is amazing . No tempo , but your whole body shakes like a salsa ..Hmmm..memories.. One rainy day , Apuchcha came home and asked me to get ready to go to hospital to see MOM .Appuchcha said mom is coming home with a lill brother .. Oh , I was overwhelmed. I was thrilled and danced like a princess. We went to the nursing home and I saw the lill kiddo sleeping tightly in a baby cot . It was the start of a new life. I taught him who was good n who was bad and who gave us the best presents..you know...
Time flied.. We both loved rain. We play hours in the rain , when mom n Appuchca was not around us. We both were the best friends and the worst enemies. My brother loved to have Aggala and black coffee too. We argued about so many things , we had so many laughs together , we read a lot ..we both were addicted to reading . He was interested in Maths and I was interested in Arts . We had strict set of rules. We had only home made food . But we got all nutritious food . We were lucky to have all home grown vegies , . mom added a green salad to every meal . A light meal for dinner.
Amma n Appuchcha build a big house n broke down the old house. We got separate rooms . That house had 8 rooms. It was one of the best houses in the area. Mom and Appuchca had money to give us every comfort. We grew up like angels.
I was in love with my Appuchca's friends son . He was 7 years older to me and loved me like a jewel . His love still echoes with in me. But for the sake of my parents happiness , I had to sacrifice my first love. Do I still have regrets ? Not sure.. It was a love - love affair.. We wrote letters , exchanged rings, telephone calls , hankies...pillow cases.. I did a cross stitch birthday wish for him .. He was the man in my life and I treated to him like to a king.. He did love rain too... Rain has such a relationship with me. We walked hours under an umbrella holding each others .. He kissed me on my cheeks.. or on my forehead. Promised me to love me forever.. Situations change , people change,, weather changes. .Why not only us ?
This rain and that rain are still the same . only the situation has changed. people has changed. Rain still pours water in the same manner... Rain reminds me tear drops too.There were long nights , I lied my life with tears and rain.. But I got rid up all my sorrows and became the energetic , me .. Thanks life , for finding my true spirit .. thanks for being my soul mate ..
Its just a memory.. Life goes on n on..
No comments:
Post a Comment