While it rained....

Part - 1 - The rain

I've always felt the rain is like a pretty woman, just that her nature changes from place to place...

In Chennai, she comes lightly treading, all dressed up in her dark pattu pudavai, careful not to disturb anyone, with filter coffee in hand, never hard, but slips and makes a mess of everything.. And you feel like sitting in the balcony and sipping that coffee..

In Kerala, she is full blooded and enchanting, incessant and never stops chattering, as if she's met her long lost lover.. And you feel like getting drenched, feeling each drop as it falls on you and drips down...

Part - 2 - The Dream

I am driving.. It's raining and the heavy drops are pattering against my windshield and window panes... The road is empty, not a soul.. I am alone in my car too.. Dido was singing " I want to thank you, for giving me the best day of my life.. " 

And then at the turn, suddenly there is no road.. Seems I lost control.. I've not been speeding.. The car goes roller coasting.. I can't see anything.. Ev...erything goes blank..

And then I wake up.. I am lying in a bed.. There are lots of tubes on me.. I can see lots of faces, blurred, but faces.. It's paining.. And then I see a beautiful face, clear , smiling at me.. And everything goes blank again..

And then I wake up again.. I've been in my bedroom, sleeping.. It's still raining.. The heavy drops are pattering against the window panes, slightly kissing me through the partly open windows.. I don't know whether I've been dreaming or whether the dream's still on...