Memories Of downpour..

The cool breeze kissing my cheeks, and the downpour singing the melody of nature, I closed my eyes to feel the most pleasant music of the era with the sparks of the lightening giving spotlight.

Abrupting that song, was the loud sound of thunder, as if applauding the rain for the jingle.

The network of neurons getting tangled so fast and all the memories reviving in my mind, and I, mesmerized, left my books at a side and stood outside my house to enjoy the raindrops being pulled by Earth's gravity.

I could see me as a child playing with those paper boats which never floated too far.

All ,we, toddlers, jumping, dancing with water spilling all over around us and my mom, knowing my affinity of catching cold, asking me to come inside and I, used to insist for just two more minutes to enjoy that pour for which I waited for the whole year.

With growing years, changed the way to look at this miraculous phenomenon of nature and the boats in the hands, got replaced by umbrellas and the joy and enthusiasm turned into the worries about the troubles of water logging after the precipitation.

Those precious moments of searching the reasons to get even the slightest delight and happiness seem to have disappeared with the progressively moving hands of the clock....

The growing up process may have turned down our lives on stressful paths, but if we try to think a little, then, we can relish every moment of our lives with spirit.

You have one and only one life, so get the most out of it. As, leaf once fallen can't turn green again, similarly, time once gone will never come back!!