A Bag of Thoughts

everytime it rains i feel elated and whenever i look at the sky, i am fascinated not because of the beauty, but because of the petrichor, the calm thudding, the light piercing glare of the sun, the surprising brightness of clouds, i remember how the rain would melt the bare fields, the red from the soil bleeding out and into our bodies when we laughingly fell into the puddle of water, eyes closed in laughter and the air filled with loud nursery rhymes. we created a spectacle and everyone snickered when we passed by, the girl in unicorn-pyjamas and long black hair tied neatly into a plait, the rest of us clad in sports wear we had thrown on hurriedly, excited by the thunder's sudden invitation. no one knows as well as we do how troublesome it can be to wear flip-flops in the rain for their flip-flopping movements did heavily dirty the hems of our long colorful kurtis, monsoon and four months would pass by before we sat on the rocks looking up at the sky and i imagined the hill we we...