every year, it's the same story. as summer intensifies in hyderabad, it takes over everyone's minds. the heat is all one can feel, and the monsoons are all one can dream of. so after at least two months of yearning, and at least two weeks of obsessively willing the clouds to gather, the monsoons have arrived today. lazily at first (prompting my mom to taunt the clouds with 'oh, that's all the rain you could muster?') and quite determinedly later, as if to prove a point.
i was supposed to meet a friend this evening when it started pouring. knowing hyderabad's roads, setting out in the rain wasn't the smartest thing to do, but i went ahead and drove out anyway. three hours later, it was still pouring as i drove back home. there's something indescribably beautiful about driving in the rain at night while listening to old hindi film songs like this one on the radio.
have you ever felt like bottling a memory so you can sip from it later? this post is that bottle.
i was supposed to meet a friend this evening when it started pouring. knowing hyderabad's roads, setting out in the rain wasn't the smartest thing to do, but i went ahead and drove out anyway. three hours later, it was still pouring as i drove back home. there's something indescribably beautiful about driving in the rain at night while listening to old hindi film songs like this one on the radio.
have you ever felt like bottling a memory so you can sip from it later? this post is that bottle.
