I look out of the
window - it is raining outside... Rains on a weekend means no going out... In
childhood when it rained, that also meant not going out. But we kids stood on a
window holding iron rods and looked at the rain drops falling on the water
lodged ground... and we were told that the splutters were actually small frogs
jumping in joy! So many frogs! And we could not see as many!
In our small town, rains brought out frogs playing high and long jumps; snails starting on their slow pilgrimage to somewhere; wet birds playing around among themselves while trying to make it appear they were searching for shelter; sometimes yukky insects - Ramji ka Ghoda (grasshopper) appeared to be some alien species landed on earth by mistake!
Once our cousins-brigade was jumping over our grandpa's bed and it actually came down! The joy of breaking down something was higher than any guilt which could filter down our childhood consciences!
In our small town, rains brought out frogs playing high and long jumps; snails starting on their slow pilgrimage to somewhere; wet birds playing around among themselves while trying to make it appear they were searching for shelter; sometimes yukky insects - Ramji ka Ghoda (grasshopper) appeared to be some alien species landed on earth by mistake!
Once our cousins-brigade was jumping over our grandpa's bed and it actually came down! The joy of breaking down something was higher than any guilt which could filter down our childhood consciences!
(C) Rahul
2 comments:
The picture was awesome and beautiful. I love to see green.
Thanks anusia...
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