Soumya reminisces the fun of getting drenched in rains during monsoon. Would he be able to do that now? Find out in Different Truths.
When my kids were small, we celebrated the monsoons by getting drenched together.
The neighbourhood kids, who were forbidden to do so, pointed us out to appeal to their parents, to their annoyance.
After they grew older, our kids were independent, with an exuberant bohemian lifestyle, and our laissez-faire parenting continued to set a bad example to the neighbourhood.
When LoH and I got drenched together in our yard, a neighbour commented that married people shouldn’t behave like this.
Once, in a strange city, as trainees in a government organisation, travelling in an auto with a newly met colleague, we were both wistfully looking out at the pouring rain. Then, we asked the auto rickshaw to stop, walked in the rain, and got drenched. Later we told our colleagues that we couldn’t find transportation and got caught in the rain.
Nowadays, too, I feel like doing this, and occasionally do, but find that I feel cold after a while and worry about falling ill.
I realise that I’m growing old.
Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths