Sunday, March 28, 2010

In the park, the giant trees, the few that still remain, swished and swayed in the now very strong breeze blowing all over and it sounded exactly like the sea. The wind felt exactly like the sea as well.

The late afternoon was a deja vu filled moment when I suddenly got reminded of what I used to do at school, right around 3 30-4. It used to be the penultimate class of the day, winding up, and when a storm would show signs of starting, its like a gleeful poltergeist took its turn possessing all of us, at once or individually. Even the teacher. The last class would be called off if this persisted, and 4 30 found me either walking home, or taking an auto, hanging on by my bony hands, eagerly anticipating the rest of the day after school. Didi would be back from college at 7, met with an excited shriek and all hell would break loose if it was a Friday and it was windy and stormy. There were nothing quite like stormy Fridays. If it rained Friday night, Saturday, a day full of cartoons and books and short study sessions followed by outrageous breaks in between, would start with a sweet muddy smell coming from the garden in front. Have you ever seen tiny snails? Baby snails, green all over, not bigger than your fingertip. Not to mention the huge ones, who would pop up all over the place all of a sudden. One day they aren't there, the next, they're all over the place, climbing walls, trees, in the garden. Squishing a snail under your shoes by mistake is one of the worst sensations in this life.

Today, when school is long gone, and Fridays don't hold the same sort of charm they used to even two years back, it was rather lovely how nature conspired to feel and sound exactly like it would 6 years ago. I'm so very thankful for days like today. You barely need anything else.

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