No More Rain?

The sun came out after three days. Everybody smiled. Finally no more rain. The sun will take all the dirty puddles away. The roads will be dry and dusty soon. Maybe Ma Durga won't have to travel by boat. The lorry should manage to bring her and all her children and sidekicks without any glitches. The stray dogs won't have to swim around. The crows will finally fly into a blue sky. The stars shall no longer have to be on house arrest. They will be able to take a peek at this wonderful Kolkata of ours. Windows will no longer have to remain shut. The nip in the air shall take a morning walk into our homes. The smell of wet clothes shall be farewell-ed away. That pair of jeans will finally dry itself.

No more puddles to splash around in. No more paper boats to sail away into sewers on the other side of town. No more fumbling with the folding umbrella. No more romantic walks down people-free roads. No more cursing at the Scorpio for splashing water on already drenched bus-stop people. No more shivering in AC rooms. No more grumbling about the weather. No more complaining about the lack of transport. A handful of fewer complaints about the municipality and the drains from pre-Partition days. No more predictions about how much longer it will keep on raining. No more chips and chai. No more bunking school. No more half-days at work.

The sun came out today. After three days. Everyone smiled.

I wouldn't mind a little more rain. But then, that's just me.
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PS: I loved how the rain stopped for a little while after Team India's win yesterday. Just enough time for some serious bomb-bursting and midnight processions through flooded streets.