Finally, Delhi has had some rain, but the experience is far from enjoyable. It has provided only momentary relief, leaving behind a highly sultry weather.While it poured, it clogged drains, uprooted trees, blocked roads and claimed lives.Delhi is hardly equipped to handle even fleeting spells of rain. It seems to be more at ease with hot dry weather.At least, life goes on as usual. I shudder to think of the misery the rain brings to the homeless in our cities.
The rainy season always reminds me of my childhood in a small town. There were days when the rain refused to take any breather, but normal life was never disrupted.The drainage system had the experience of handling the pressure.Taking bath and playing in the rain was a heavenly experience.It was great pleasure watching the rain from the window of my room. Just outside the window, there were trees which swayed in the rain, but always held their own.Tea used to taste much better during the rains.It often used to be accompanied by steaming home-made pakoras.
Sometimes, I used to play cards with family members or friends while it rained outside.In the nights, the rain-drops fell on the tin roof and produced a beautiful sound. I used to keep awake to listen to the sound.After the rains were over, trees looked fresh and clean, their leaves glowing in the sun.
Among dense flats of Delhi, there is no opening for rain drops and no place for swinging trees. There is no time to sip tea or play cards. The rain is so miserly that by the time one gets ready to take bath, it is already gone.