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And I stop writing, just like that. I stopped visiting the site as well. It was like I shut myself down completely. Is this a phase everyone goes through while blogging? Then what brings us all back to writing, is it knowing there will always be some reader out there in this vast web universe who would read and relate, an unknown friend. Maybe yes, or maybe throwing my thoughts out there makes me calm. How many times do you find or meet people who are ready to listen, not say anything, not argue, not suggest, just listen. Blog is one such person.
It has been raining for past few days, reminding me of Mumbai rains almost every day. Sometimes when I am at a traffic light, I just close my eyes and try to remember. Remember the smell of wet mud, remember the cool breeze, remember the chai wala pouring cutting chai. I remember people running out of the station holding newspaper, bags over their head trying to escape the rain. But Mumbai rains, when they poured they just poured. Remember taking a rikshaw home, hard plastic tied to the rikshaw doors which never really stayed in place and didn’t provide any protection from the rain. Remember standing at the door of the train, droplets of wind and rain touching my face. Remember listening to the rain as I slept. I still remember..
But the memories are fading and I am trying to hold on…
6 comments:
Rains and sunsets are what remind me of home the most. In this part of the country, rain usually means the smell of squished earthworms- they are IMPOSSIBLE to avoid, and the smell is disgusting, to say the least. How I wish I had a pensieve and could just pull out that silver strand of the smell of wet earth !
This is very nice post! Mumbai rains are Mumbai rains!
Theres a tamil song by the great poet Bharathiyar which he wrote after his wife passed away, which translates to "The worst thing is not when the person disappears from our lives, but when the memories with that person starts fading away.".. i guess, this is one such post about memories.. hold on :) Its worth everything to not let go off memories :)
SS:I agree, we all need a pensieve to store strands of many memories.
GGadre: Yes! Remember walking in knee level flooded water :)
VL: Its actually a quite scary feeling when memories fade, but yes wouldnt let them go.
btw, I lost your blog address when I changed my template.. actually, lost my entire blogroll.. thanks for your comment :) revived one more blog that I can follow :)
Rain - your post reminds me that in a long time, so long since I left India after my wedding, I've almost forgotten how rain feels in its true sense.
And must I claim to live in the ever-rainy Seattle?? funny.
Thanks for sharing.
Best,
Suma.
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