It's a dull, bleak, windy, grey, rainy, gloomy yet spectacularly beautiful day in good old Hyderabad and the same evokes all the below mentioned feelings and many more in my lonesome heart.......
# a sense of nostalgia for all the rainy days that have bypassed me during my heady childhood days and those fun filled moments spent in their company either floating boats in them or then getting oneself all wet and dirty by merrily splashing in the very same.......
# yearning for a cup of steaming hot tea and some aloo and paneer pakoras lovingly conjured up by my beloved mother almost every time there was a downpour.......
# getting drenched in the downpour to my heart's content and yodelling "rimjhim gire saawan" at the top of my voice' so what if it's somewhat off key.......
# going for a walk in the gardens adjoining Humayun's tomb in the company of my beloved who has been my better half for almost twelve years now......
# curling up on my favourite couch with a James Patterson thriller and a steaming hot cup of kahwah for company.......
# drowning my sorrows with a cup of piping hot black coffee (I'm a teetotaller you see) with a Jagjit Singh or Mehdi Hasan ghazal playing softly in the background.....
# just grabbing my favourite blanket and snoozing off for the remainder of the day....
# grabbing my trusty walkman and playing all the rainy day songs that I have thus far painstakingly collected down the ages......
# calling up my childhood friends still residing in Domlur Layout and reliving those intoxicating childhood memories........
# going back to Dehradun, grabbing hold of my trusty old charpoy and spending time in the sylvan gardens of my ancestral home with family, tea, moongphali, gajak and heady conversation keeping me company........
# diving into the Corporation swimming pool in Ulsoor like we used to during many a rainy day during our childhood.......
Well, the rains or then even the barest hint of them evoke all the above mentioned feeling and many more in my desolate, lonesome and nostalgic heart, what about you my friends, fellows and countrymen?????
# a sense of nostalgia for all the rainy days that have bypassed me during my heady childhood days and those fun filled moments spent in their company either floating boats in them or then getting oneself all wet and dirty by merrily splashing in the very same.......
# yearning for a cup of steaming hot tea and some aloo and paneer pakoras lovingly conjured up by my beloved mother almost every time there was a downpour.......
# getting drenched in the downpour to my heart's content and yodelling "rimjhim gire saawan" at the top of my voice' so what if it's somewhat off key.......
# going for a walk in the gardens adjoining Humayun's tomb in the company of my beloved who has been my better half for almost twelve years now......
# curling up on my favourite couch with a James Patterson thriller and a steaming hot cup of kahwah for company.......
# drowning my sorrows with a cup of piping hot black coffee (I'm a teetotaller you see) with a Jagjit Singh or Mehdi Hasan ghazal playing softly in the background.....
# just grabbing my favourite blanket and snoozing off for the remainder of the day....
# grabbing my trusty walkman and playing all the rainy day songs that I have thus far painstakingly collected down the ages......
# calling up my childhood friends still residing in Domlur Layout and reliving those intoxicating childhood memories........
# going back to Dehradun, grabbing hold of my trusty old charpoy and spending time in the sylvan gardens of my ancestral home with family, tea, moongphali, gajak and heady conversation keeping me company........
# diving into the Corporation swimming pool in Ulsoor like we used to during many a rainy day during our childhood.......
Well, the rains or then even the barest hint of them evoke all the above mentioned feeling and many more in my desolate, lonesome and nostalgic heart, what about you my friends, fellows and countrymen?????
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