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Friday, June 8, 2012, at 4.05 PM
Pramita’s Facebook status reads, “It's raining, it's pouring and I'm lovin it"
Rains, terrace, open air, the cold breeze hitting your face and we smile together!
A beautiful 15 mins that was! ♥ ♥
Enjoyed myself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :) :) :) ♥ — with Dhriti Govind Raj at Malleswaram/Malleshwaram.”
Rains, terrace, open air, the cold breeze hitting your face and we smile together!
A beautiful 15 mins that was! ♥ ♥
Enjoyed myself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :) :) :) ♥ — with Dhriti Govind Raj at Malleswaram/Malleshwaram.”
Confused? Well, Pramita is my younger sister presently not
put up in Bangalore with me. And she had been here with her family for her
vacations. It would be unfair on my part if I said I did not enjoy with them.
Almost the whole of June 2012 whizzed by for me, and even I could realize, it
was time for them to leave. You see, TIME FLIES! But I enjoyed myself so much
that there are some things I keep recalling almost every other time. I just
once such thing that happened on the same date, last month.
Memories are not created intentionally, most of them happen,
you know, just like that. Exactly a month back I was with my sister, in my
terrace in the open inhaling the fresh air, and getting drenched in the rain. Needless to say, we both enjoyed ourselves
completely. We walked, we talked, we laughed, we sat, we had flower fights with
trembling hands where neither of us could hold the stem properly. Yes, we were
shivering that bad. So bad that we couldn’t even sit on the stone steps because
it sent a chill right up till our brains. It was cold, very cold. But our
excitement surpassed it all. As we laughed, we were kicking the stagnant water
on each other. Our teeth were chattering and we could barely speak but even
then there was some strange happiness – which I can confidently say – that even
a million dollars or more can ever get you. Love and joy can never be bought,
it can only be experienced and the joy you get through money rarely leaves with
a pleasant memory. The small things in life are generally free of cost and can
make a big difference, and this was one such. Those 15-20 minutes were truly
the best and I believe we LIVED every
second then. And although it has been a month – though it still seems like
yesterday – it was something that will last with me forever as a memory. Words cannot explain how wonderful the experience was!
“Pamiki, I love you behen! I enjoyed loads with you. And I
will never forget the small littlespecial moments I shared with you, from the
sleepovers to the movies to, well, everything! Mwah. ♥“
And the flower fight I was talking about, here’s a picture
of what I was talking about. It’s the pollen sticks of the gulmohar tree flowers
and buds.
What do you think about rains? Do you have any nostalgic incidents
related to the rains? Do let me know. :)
Keep smiling. :)
PS:- Pram!! I wanted to attach the pictures of that day here
but we both looked hideous, dripping wet and hair hanging like sticks, so I
dropped the idea of adding those pictures. And no, you don’t have to thank me
for that. :P