The more I am away from home, the more I miss it. The rainy days of KGP...It was green and beautiful all around. Of all the good things about rains in kgp, the best is having power at home while it is still drizzling lightly outside. The harmonically soothing sound of water droplets dripping from the rooftop, the infrequent sound of a vehicle breezing through the street, the driver of course trying to get fast to house and have a hot cup of chai while he was still wet and cold, some Rafi or Kishoreda from my Dad’s collection, and to top it all, garma-garam pakode with a hot cup of coffee...” Gar Bar-ru-e-Zamin Ast; Hamin Ast, Hamin Ast Hamin Ast”....
The cricket in rain(ya...we were that cricket crazy)...the cycle races in rain....the running in rain just for the fun of it (did just once...for lifetime)...when u get home drenched after all that was mentioned above...and when ur mother tries to dry ur head fast so that u don’t catch a cold...while cursing the rain “paadu varsham...enta kashtapadtunnado na babu”....instead of feeling guilty...all that was there was a sense of completeness in heart....the sense that this can happen only at home...the right place to be...
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