Step Into My Shoes..

Outside, it’s raining with such furore you would wonder why the Heaven is so eager in cascading so much water down on Earth. And the intensity of this rain is such that you feel as if there is a curtain around the house and you are a prisoner not meant to lift that curtain and leave your haven. Sometimes I wonder where so much water goes. Of course I know that the Earth sucks it all up and uses it for noble causes (and sometimes, not so noble causes, namely landslides, flood et al.) But really, when you look at the sky, it’s just vacant except for some clouds, and sometimes even clouds  aren't  there, and yet (by some miracle; which you will call a natural phenomenon with reasonable scientific explanation) water pours down as if by magic. Just like that. Out of thin air. If I’m not too occupied to be fazed by the problem rain creates while I’m about to go out or while I am out, I could look at it and be amazed till it actually stops. I would like to call it the rain-eff...

If you know me, you'll be surprised by the title of the blog. I hate rain. Period. But you've got to know that there ARE things that I do love about the rain. If I think about it, I don't hate rain, per se. I just don't like to be in it. That brings me to the first reason why I love rain. I love watching the rain drops from inside the window of my house. Office/School/Café etc? Nope. That would mean I had to be out in the rain sooner or later. I love being inside the safety of the house and watching the rain fall, and listening to the pitter patter. I love seeing the world being washed clean. Now here's a thought; does rain wash or makes it more dirty. If you ask an average Nepali, they'd say that rain makes it more dirty…the mud et al. If you ever catch yourself in monsoon in the Kathmandu valley, you'll see what I mean. The roads aren't built properly, so walking in Kathmandu during monsoon is a muddy-mushy business. *One of the reasons I...