Cool breeze and cold raindrops are provoking the singer in me...

Sitting in my Hell Hole I wonder what if I had wings to fly like the chirpy birds outside. Life would be so much better! What if I had the freedom to enjoy the utterly- butterly quixotic rains and the cool weather today. Given a choice, I wouldn’t mind eloping to a far off, no man’s land with my Hubby darling. Typically like any other die-hard Hindi film fan, the thought of vanishing to my dream place comes first in such a romantic situation.

But here I sit in front of my other saving grace in office, the not so dumb computer with thankfully good speed, writing this piece while many passing thoughts are swiftly running on my mind, all at the same time. Besides people, vehicles and other things even thoughts seem to have entered into the competitive fray!!!

Anyway, back to topic now. It has been raining since I guess five or something. Regrettably the work load makes me forget to keep track of the time machine. Ahem! I just realized that I am indeed one of the busiest persons in this office. WOW. Amusing! People who think otherwise please give it a serious thought. *cat smile*

The cool breeze is blowing into my face, cold drops of rain are falling on to me and good old memories are flashing back, setting the perfect scene for a melodramatic sequence in reel… errrrr….my real life.

I thank God for letting me enjoy this time of the day with his heavenly bliss in the form of the much awaited rain. Over the past few days, Bangalore’s temperature had soared to a 25 year high, making life difficult for all of us and mine, especially in office.

Obviously now I am really missing old pals with whom I have shared some wonderfully kiddish yet thoroughly enjoyable moments of my life. It feels fantastic to recall the time cherishing brainless things I did with Anna and Amita in Pune. Free shows, the San Francisco street, balcony dance, endless chattering, those in house parties, showering ourselves with gifts and above all feeling stupid yet super special in the company of my chums is taking me down the nostalgic lane.

Enough. I am missing them a lot now and wish they could be with me right here, right now to help me ease the pain caused by the long distances separating us.

Now that I don’t have an option to reconnect with my friends at this time and with nature fixing the stage for an ideal romantic evening, I am just wondering how should I celebrate? What about a long drive, the rain dance and then a candle light dinner…. Hmmm… My dil goes hmmmm….hmmmm…. Ok the singer in me is waking up and I need to go. Hubby just arrived. Pray that I enjoy the evening as I dreamt it!

Suggestions as always are welcome :D