Weather was different today. Quite different from what it used to be generally. The usual hot & humid trend of this urban yet simple coastal region was on a stroll. The sky was grey, deep grey. She peeped in from her window and the mesmerizing beauty failed to stop her from reaching upstairs. Terrace had always been her favorite hot spot. It had to be. After all, this place had seen her in grey, black & white. Terrace floor had everything, from her tears to her toes dancing on the tunes of some crazy numbers.
So, the terrace had her favorite child again. This time in a different shade altogether. She looked at the sky and mumbled ' Its beautiful today. Please god. Need some relief. It must rain today. That's it. ' Mr. sky was overwhelmed with this stubborn yet assertive, 25 years old lady wearing shades of blue and pleading desperately for those hardly visible tiny miny droplets.
It started raining. Monsoon's first rain it was, and no need to mention, it was as charmful as ever. She could actually feel, each and every droplet kissing her face. She looked happy, yet was sad. After a few micro seconds, her cheeks had a blend of tears and rain drops, that smudged together, well, really well.
Oh btw, enough oh she. Meet our lady in blue. Megha. A software engineer by profession, a freak by nature and a true nature lover by heart. A girl who is possessive about nothing else but LIFE and wanna make use of every bit of it. The new girl in a city. A city, where life starts at 4 in morning with rangoli at every doorstep and sleeps by 10pm after a heavy dinner of sambhar rice. A city, where its easy to remember a whole telephone directory but difficult to remember names of different gods & goddesses. A city, that's a threat, or at least, seems like a threat, to every North Indian, or a non South Indian precisely. A city, that's so simple and quite opposite to her native, Delhi, where life is all about showoff & show-on. The city she hated most, quite some time ago, but is totally, in love with it now. The city of Chennai.
New girl in the city, is nothing but story of a girl. A simple yet assertive one. A girl who is her parent's life and the way she tries to keep herself on the same roots her parents tought her before she left home for job. She, who gets scared easily, but is not coward at all. And the one, who knows, how to recollect herself and move on, even after breaking down into bits at times. A girl who is God's favorite child, yet, God never fails to give her those shocking surprises !!!
So, the terrace had her favorite child again. This time in a different shade altogether. She looked at the sky and mumbled ' Its beautiful today. Please god. Need some relief. It must rain today. That's it. ' Mr. sky was overwhelmed with this stubborn yet assertive, 25 years old lady wearing shades of blue and pleading desperately for those hardly visible tiny miny droplets.
It started raining. Monsoon's first rain it was, and no need to mention, it was as charmful as ever. She could actually feel, each and every droplet kissing her face. She looked happy, yet was sad. After a few micro seconds, her cheeks had a blend of tears and rain drops, that smudged together, well, really well.
Oh btw, enough oh she. Meet our lady in blue. Megha. A software engineer by profession, a freak by nature and a true nature lover by heart. A girl who is possessive about nothing else but LIFE and wanna make use of every bit of it. The new girl in a city. A city, where life starts at 4 in morning with rangoli at every doorstep and sleeps by 10pm after a heavy dinner of sambhar rice. A city, where its easy to remember a whole telephone directory but difficult to remember names of different gods & goddesses. A city, that's a threat, or at least, seems like a threat, to every North Indian, or a non South Indian precisely. A city, that's so simple and quite opposite to her native, Delhi, where life is all about showoff & show-on. The city she hated most, quite some time ago, but is totally, in love with it now. The city of Chennai.
New girl in the city, is nothing but story of a girl. A simple yet assertive one. A girl who is her parent's life and the way she tries to keep herself on the same roots her parents tought her before she left home for job. She, who gets scared easily, but is not coward at all. And the one, who knows, how to recollect herself and move on, even after breaking down into bits at times. A girl who is God's favorite child, yet, God never fails to give her those shocking surprises !!!
very well written..way to go !!:)
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ReplyDeletequite a few things happen,and just finding your blog was completely unintentional,,,,, and we call them by chance,,,,and i happen to read you by chance,,,,i rather like your style of writing,,,,i believe you can write realy well, ,,,,,i know your present city well,,,i had experience of staying in the city for sometime,,,,it is rather lonely for the northeners,,,just keep writing and keep smiling,,,,YOU REALY WRITE WELL....
ReplyDeleteThanks..i don't find this city lonely...its bit rigid though...bt thn evry good thng comes at a cost !
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