It was raining pretty hard outside. How I figured it – no not through floor to roof glass paned slide door to my balcony. That was shut with curtains drawn. I heard the rain…in one of those moments when TV volume fell off for the reason I don’t remember anymore, I heard the rain. Rain is a chatterbox, she talks and talks and talks continuously. Doesn’t matter if you are listening or not or interested or not, she just keeps talking in that beautiful modulated voice. And she has a few other tricks to catch your attention coz if constant talking can’t impress you then those occasional lightning will definitely leave you awestruck.
But I didn’t walk out immediately after hearing the sound of rain. I vaguely remember I went out to the balcony looking for something and there she had me. It was that fresh breeze blowing that made me go like one of those guys in TV ads for ponds and lux. Scent of rain has captivated me fully in that moment and I never got back to the room (but for fetching my laptop a little later). I just took the chair lying in the balcony and let that fresh breeze make my day.
Rain is not something rare here, what’s rare is walking out to meet the rain. When people ask me about the weather here am mostly at loss of words. Afterall, in the mornings you get out of your air-conditioned flat into the air-conditioned-cab that drops at your air-conditioned lobby so that you could take the air-conditioned lift to your air-conditioned office. For meals there is that air-conditioned passage from air-conditioned lobby that takes you to air-conditioned restaurants. In the evenings again something air-conditioned will get you to somewhere air-conditioned. And when you at home, you should keep your doors shut so that air-conditioners work properly because that’s what they say in manual. I wonder how much fresh air I breathe these days, may be all my lungs get is just this 'conditioned' air. And now as I sat in my balcony with that cool wind blowing right across my face I realized what have I been missing all this while.
I could remember my childhood days, the whiff of fresh air that comes along with rains was not a stranger in those days rather it was like grandkids of of our landlord who used to visit their grandparents every summer vacation but spent most of their time playing together with me us. Back in those days when I was growing up, there were no air-conditioners and we didn’t use to shut our doors when it used to rain ( not always I mean). I never really figured, was it because we didn’t want to or because we couldn’t. "We couldn't" because if it was to rain then it was pretty much a certainty that power would go off. Usual explanation used to be that some tree has fallen over power cables somewhere and so supply is disrupted. Inverters were still not in must-have lists then and so we used to keep the doors open to let the breeze cool things. And trust me that nice and fresh breeze used to make up for everything but the cricket match that one cant watch on TV because of power-cut. It was just so magical. We do have some trees here that flutter as strong winds blow but in those days when trees outnumbered people in university compound sound of all those trees going wild in those strong winds is an experience that I wonder I could ever have again in the concrete jungles i live in now. I wonder if calling that surreal or magical would be exaggeration – i guess not.
Back to present - I can still hear distant sound of lightning but rain has stopped now, so has breeze. All I could listen to now are the water features across my building, the TV inside the room which was on all this while I was sitting outside and noise of air-conditioned cabs making their way to air-conditioned lobbies as people decided to go and grab a meal or a movie at somewhere air-conditioned.