Silence of the drizzles



If something can bring me immediate nostalgia, rain takes the first place and music comes a close second. And whenever I had the privilege to experience both at the same time, I fall in to an infinite loop of pleasant nostalgia. It takes me back to the childhood and travel through years to reach the 28th year of my life. It's an experience which I rarely go through nowadays.

As I mentioned in my earlier post, I'm at my new office for over a week now. It's a new building with a lot of amenities and a majority of my colleagues leave by 4.30 as they start early. So it's a kind of awkward silence in the office after that time except for the people who come to pick up snacks which are strategically placed near my cubicle.

So when my wife called up to tell that she's opting for the company bus to a previously decided husband's bike, I was a little curious. She told me that it's raining cats, dogs and what not; hence the decision. I was surprised to know about this rain which is going on for sometime, without informing me! So, I went out and sure, the rain was at her best. I enjoyed the tranquillity, as a prayer from some nearby Mosque made the background. I believe that rain is a way of God telling us that he still loves us.

After standing there for a couple of minutes, I came back to my work station and to the awkward emptiness. The realization that we all are missing a lot of things that we like, as life paces up, was the only thought left. Silence of the raindrops is a way of telling that they are not happy with me, I assume. I will come back to you, that's my word.

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