A Puddle Full of Memories

There’s something about the rains – it forces one to slow down, reach out for that cup of warm cocoa and indulge in some (sinful) monsoon delicacies! As a relay of rain drops get busy forming puddles, memories of puddle-times come flowing, too; the time when I took great pleasure in jumping right into a puddle to cause a splash, when the paper boat I made didn’t float quite right, when drinking rain water meant cleansing one’s self with ‘the purest form of water’, when sparks flew from the coal over which a cob of corn was being roasted, when crying in the rains was the best way to get over an infatuation or the occasions when I simply stared out of my window watching tiny drops of rain create ripples in a puddle.

Now, ‘causing a splash’ has a different meaning as do ‘sparks flying’  and ‘creating a ripple’ and when I’ve understood the dynamics of getting a paper boat to float right, time and rain don’t fall in the same quadrant.

'Woh kagaz ki kashti', Jagjit and Chitra Singh