My craving for filter coffee and hot bajjis kicked up marking the beginning of the South-West monsoons. My bedroom window facilitates the occasional splashing from the outside downpour compelling me to look up from my kindle and right out of the window. I can see
the cold hearted Ms.Havisham, the proud Estelle and the boy who is head over heels in love, Pirip. All the characters from my eBook,The Great Expectations are engrossed playing themselves against the backdrop of pitch black quadrangle. The garden is disappeared and a stage is raised in its place. There's this song that's being played on my playlist, 'Yeh Fitoor Mera...' and then I realize that I'm falling in love with that Charles Dickens and this Arijith Singh.
When it rains and everything else is all quiet (especially when both kids are in bed), the uproar of the water storm sounds like that rock music you never want to miss. It's the time when you want to break open that door to nostalgia against the rock music sound because you know it's got your back. On the top of my head, Mr.Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet, Scarlet O'Hara and Rhett Butler, Sirius Black, Col.Brandon and Marianne, Professor Dumbledore, Gatsby and the like are some of them who make me homesick sometimes. That's when Rafi, Mukhesh,Kishore and the like help. There are a lot of things that rain makes you think of but beyond books and music there's nothing that stays with you for a lifetime!
Books and brains are interlinked and entwined. What you read is mapped by your brain through the inner cornea, per se. Isn't that amazing? And the showers are just the magical quotient needed. I don't know how many times you have read the same book but it's a different feeling altogether reading the same book while it's raining right outside your window. The cold breeze playing the prank by your ears, thunder & lightening insisting you to look away from what you are reading once a while, the scattered spatter on your book coercing you to carefully wipe it off with your fingertips and the smell of that rain soaked sand is all it takes to you to that brain mapping called Disneyland of your visual effects. You would see all those signature characters that touched your heart from your sub-conscious past till the conscious present.
When it rains and everything else is all quiet (especially when both kids are in bed), the uproar of the water storm sounds like that rock music you never want to miss. It's the time when you want to break open that door to nostalgia against the rock music sound because you know it's got your back. On the top of my head, Mr.Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet, Scarlet O'Hara and Rhett Butler, Sirius Black, Col.Brandon and Marianne, Professor Dumbledore, Gatsby and the like are some of them who make me homesick sometimes. That's when Rafi, Mukhesh,Kishore and the like help. There are a lot of things that rain makes you think of but beyond books and music there's nothing that stays with you for a lifetime! 
