Monsoon was the most awesome time of the year during school days. For one thing all the canals surrounding my house overflows and it becomes very difficult to distinguish the road from the water bed and schools get flooded and therefore there wouldn't be classes for most days. I still remember a day when classes were dismissed as the principal's office got flooded and he had to sit on the table for the next few hours. Its also the time when i get to meet the limbless creatures (you know who), who owing to the circumstances starts traveling through the road turned pond. Till i got my cycle i had to walk all the way to school. So there comes this day which is extra wet and roads are extra flooded and teeny weeny me with my 10kg school bag wades through the road, jumping through all the dry spots trying to find a way without hurting the fishes and tadpoles now enjoying their new grey home. It is thundering and lightening and i get super scared. Their is not a soul in the road except for the occasional vehicles. Then i glance at the road running parallel to mine on the other side of the canal and who do you think i saw....nah its nobody interesting but my class teacher. But the sight of her then was like rain in desert.....well not really as the rain is the villain here. She smiles and looks at me every other second. So now we are walking on parallel roads, to the same destination, exchanging silent assurances and smiles. That was the day we became friends (she is just out of college and is young enough to be my sister) which lead to my going for tuition at her home and got attacked by her dog...well that is a story for later.
After geting cycle, rainy days were disaster at first...since i didn't know to balance the cycle with one hand while holding the umbrella in the other. I hated rain coats. For one thing mine was all big and made me look fat, and it was made into a shirt and skirt instead of a single long piece of plastic, which made it all the more difficult to manage.But after long days of practice, boy didn't i manage the balance act. Nothing could stop me after that....neither the strong winds nor the roads with deep pits.Even though i end up getting all drenched and cold, those moments struggling with the umbrella , cycle and traffic, moving through narrow roads, praying not to loss balance and occasionally losing breaks and running into fish sellers, those were the best monsoons of my life ( i crashed into the cycles of 2 fish sellers, 1 in the morning and 1 after school, on the same day once).
After geting cycle, rainy days were disaster at first...since i didn't know to balance the cycle with one hand while holding the umbrella in the other. I hated rain coats. For one thing mine was all big and made me look fat, and it was made into a shirt and skirt instead of a single long piece of plastic, which made it all the more difficult to manage.But after long days of practice, boy didn't i manage the balance act. Nothing could stop me after that....neither the strong winds nor the roads with deep pits.Even though i end up getting all drenched and cold, those moments struggling with the umbrella , cycle and traffic, moving through narrow roads, praying not to loss balance and occasionally losing breaks and running into fish sellers, those were the best monsoons of my life ( i crashed into the cycles of 2 fish sellers, 1 in the morning and 1 after school, on the same day once).
