When rains spelt love

Here is one of my favourite songs on rain:


Once upon a time, rains spelt love.

Teenagers to adults loved rains because they signified the onset of tea and snacks evenings.

Poetry was written on rains.

I wrote poetry on the rains.

Today, however, I hate rains. I shouldn’t be making such a hard hitting statement. But rains today mean danger. Floods. Destruction. Losses.

Everywhere, rains leave a trail of havoc in their wake.

Nature is not to blame though.

The governments, the administration, the state politicians – who all to name?

The Bird of Paradise – India, where there should never have been a water problem, neither should there have been a drought, we see both the problems happening simultaneously. While regions are being flooded, some states still face water problems and drought.

So today, come rainy season, and my heart flutters, not in love, but in fear that the news may bring another disaster every day.


If you have 'walked with me into the woods', a blog post at a time, do tell me how you felt in the comments section below :)

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