12 Things I Love About The Monsoon

1) Seeing the sky turn amber right before the first rains of the season.

2) Sitting in the balcony with a hot cup of really strong tea and the wind blowing the rain and gardenia petals in my face ( and hair on the occasions when I actually let it grow past my ears.).

3) Going for long walks in the rain with Nut and Bubble and laughing so hard we can barely stand for increasingly inane reasons.

4) Going for swims when it’s raining heavily and having the pool to myself because no one else is stupid enough to try including Nut and Bubble who quote love me very much but friendship only goes so far end quote.

5) Bunking college and going to the beach to have golas and chase the soap bubble guy.

6) Hanging out of the speeding train till the sting of the drops becomes too much and my face freezes and burns at the same time.

7) Being soaking wet and unable to resist the smell of the piping hot samosas at the station and then worrying about whether or not we’re going to die of some horrible disease.

8) Having school/college cancelled due to heavy rains.

9) Not having to water my plants.

10) Standing on the terrace and getting soaked and absolutely loving life and wondering at how close the lightening seems and then realizing that maybe I shouldn’t be leaning against the lightening rod.

11) Watching the pretty red stream of water running out the front gate and down the street and wondering what my aunt will say when she realizes that the red mud she just had trucked over for her garden is now clogging the gutters.

12) Having my mother wake me up in the middle of the night when there’s a storm so I can sit all night and watch the lightening.

Wanted: A Life

Finally!! I'm free. No more exams... for now. I can stop worrying till the results get home. Now I can just sit back and do whatever the bleeding hell I want. Which is easier said than done, ofcourse. There's only so many hours that one person can sleep through at a stretch (15 in my case). To top things off, I have a cold. A bad cold. Complete with a sore throat. Eris was kind enough to present me with her sympathy, and some fan fiction hyperlinks. Speaking of which, can you please send me more, Eris? Pretty please? Pretty please on a Ducati with a leather jacket on top? I've finished with the one you sent me.

The summer holidays are... different from the rest of the year. Well, that much is obvious, but I mean a different kind of different. You can feel it in your bones. The air even smells different (that could just be the cold). It's all sultry and warm and lazy, with the occasional drizzle and chilly breeze. Not to mention three months of completely free time.

What on earth am I going to do with myself?

I could try getting a job, I suppose. Could do with the cash. I mean, I'm not a complete lout. I did try get a job last summer as well. It isn't my fault if they called me after I left for university. But I can't possibly work 24/7. It's not humane. I need time for leisure. What do I do then?

The funny thing about being at university for 8 months out of 12, is that you completely lose interest in television. Heck, I don't even care about the Saturday night movie premieres anymore. It's strange how your perception changes over time. And I can't really go to the pub down the road... not unless I have a death wish. Which I don't.

I can always fall back on my trusty books, though. Right now, I'm reading Jane Austen's 'Pride and Prejudice'. It's wonderful. I don't know how I never got around to reading it sooner. Right now, I've reached the bit where everyone (Miss Bennet, rather) finds out that Mr. Darcy isn't as big a git as they think he is. And I suppose Eris could be persuaded to keep me well sated with a steady supply of fan fiction.

Now all I have to do is pack my stuff to go home (amazing, how much junk I've collected), actually go home, practice playing the piano, do the dishes without being told to and basically, not set fire to the house. Oh, and try and post stuff on my blog more often. And now I have officially reached the end of this post *punches fist in air, does the happy dance and stubs toe on bedpost*. Ack! I need to get a life!