Its raining outside....... heavily raining. My mom is making a black coffie for me. I really love it.

Having a hot sip of coffie looking into this rain makes m e nostalgic. Rainy season has heavy memorys. It has a 23 years of story to tell. What ever it is, 1st thing coming in mind by thinking of rain is my schooling season, especially 1st standard. I was verymuch excited to travel on rainy days. My mom was my 1st friend for me. Hanging on moms forefinger and walk with my small umbrella , and those water spills i flowed through my mom bears a drop of tear from my eyes. One day , as usual i was late for my classess. My mom was calling and ca lling..... but how i was suppose to go? I was still on toilet. Its my daily rout ine. After being ready for the classess, i will be having a doubt of the mystic call o f nature. I some how managed to wear my trousers and ran for my mothors finger which was m y favourite navigator. Walking to school by the bay of road is very intresting. I still remember, i hav en t enjoyd such a heavy rain in my life time. Old drynage system was just like a passage for heavy flow of water. Every one wi ll get confused on understanding the road and drynage or the big digs on roads. Every where water .... being wet and sitting with friends on that old bunch will not come again in my life...... Kerala was beautyfull i must say. I cant find any of its sign in the places i li ved. Updated infrastructure makes my city clean and developed. But i don t know why ... i really miss my old school days. Howmany of us still remember all of our 1st standard classmates? I bet.... no o ne will. Special peoples makes unforgotable moments ` My memorys continues.... Contact for subscribe weekly updates and my blog akhilramdas@gmail.com