The Rain and the Journey

Some memories live an imprint on your mind and you want to capture it on paper and hence I am trying to recollect the path once travelled and put relive the experience with the words on paper… the story of my journey through the rain one fine day…



I was on my way back home from office in my company shuttle. The day had been tiring and I was longing for some relaxed evening drive back home. As the shuttle started, it started raining and I was forced to close the window. The window panes had the water droplets trickling down, and cleansing the day’s dust that had settled on the window panes. It was a day in the mid of July and the temperatures were soaring high. I wondered looking at the water droplets that we all need that rain once in a while to cleanse our body, mind and soul of all the weariness we have been carrying with us for so long. Since I had no ways to get drenched until I reached my stop, I decided to watch the rain instead and enjoy its beauty.


As I watched outside the window, I saw that this rain had written different stories in the life of different people and they unfolded beautifully in front of me. Our bus reached the university gate; I found many two wheelers taking shelter under the bridge. I thought perhaps they were all returning home and did not carry any rain gear as it was still not monsoon and the rain was unexpected. The vehicles there honked to make way for them, these people were managing to pull their vehicles into a corner and give then some path. They thoroughly disliked the rain and it was evident in their disturbed faces, it had ruined there evening and ride back home and that’s pretty understandable.


We moved on the university road now, this particular path is my favorite. It is a path filled with lush greenery all around and less vehicles on the road. Somewhere hither thither on the road you can find the departments and university quarters. It was still raining, but by now it was on the lighter side. When suddenly on one of the turns I saw a couple on their bike completely drenched and enjoying in the rain. They overtook our bus and continued on their way ahead. The rain perhaps made their day and evening more beautiful, as they drenched in the rain and love and carved a time in their lives which they will always treasure like the little pleasures in times of love.


We moved on… we were almost into the residential area, there were only bigger bungalows and car parked in front of them, I wondered how these people experience the rain as most of the time you will not find the sight of a single soul except the watchman. As I peeked out of my window I saw a very contrasting picture of life in general, I saw the watchman of this house sat with an umbrella which was torn and water dripped in drops from it. He could be easily a 50 year old man very weak in built and was quite wearisome and now was trying hard not to get drenched. It portrayed a picture that of bondage in front of me


Our bus was waiting for a signal and hence we were stuck there for some time. I looked towards the sky if the rain was going to continue this way and happened to see the terrace and there I saw a young girl in her teens in her school uniform getting drenched and enjoying the beauty of the rain…She was least concerned about the world outside, all she knew was she wanted to soak herself in that rain and that’s exactly what she did. Someone with the exuberance of the youth only can really enjoy the freshness of the first rain. I thought she will also remember this experience where as the watchman of her house would be praying that it does not rain again tomorrow and he does not get drenched and fall sick. Life presents such contrasts in front of us sometimes that leave us puzzled.


With some philosophical leanings of my thoughts now, I continued the journey and it continued to rain… wondering the whole way back how nature manages to connect to people in so many different ways….


It was now drizzling and I decided to get down one stop before my stop and walk the 10 minutes path … I wanted to enjoy the feeling of getting the first rain drops to drench my body and give a freshness to my mind.. And I walked caring a damn about the world, the people around me and vehicles passing beside me… It was a short and peaceful and loving walk of my life….and of course a memorable journey.