MEMORIES

This sound of raindrops that I can now hear..
takes me back to the first days of school
of the excitement of the new raincoat mummy would buy..
about ba's 'do not let your hair get wet' rule...

the sound of thunder..
makes me think of the occasions..
when I proudly explained to my younger brother..
that Lord Krishna had just hit a six high up there..
and his century was close by..

this intense lightning
takes me back to the moments..
when i would look up in the sky and flash my teeth..
for I was told it was lords way of taking a picture to remember me..

the puddle of water outside..
reminds me of the times of football..
of the warnings of 'no white shirts', of the soiled clothes and the frown on my bai's face..
and of blowing in the water to win the paper boat race..

The dripping water from the roof tops..
takes me back to places..where there were gum boots, dirty buses and earthworms..
old wooden drawers that had buscuit boxes with tightly closed lids..
and sights of one umbrella holding two naughty kids..

as the rain washes the ground right now..
I cannot help but wonder that years have been washed away..so fast..
and how time has taken away the with it my good memories,
only to flash glimpses..to make me sad..
for surely, once upon a time..rainy season was a beautiful thing..