And it rains yet again.. to wash away the Monday Blues.. to wear away the last bit of tiredness.. to refresh the fatigued soul-- September rains have a different fragrance in them-- the water drops fall on the parched face of the earth covered with withered leaves and gives solace to both.. its more of life like nature rather than the destructive nature the rains often portray in other seasons..
The early September rains remind me of my first year college days-- it was during very heavy rains like this that I had bid good bye to my folks and was heading towards a new life in a boarding.. on the very first day of my arrival at the hostel, I tripped over a slippery-due-to-rain staircase and gifted myself the very first (and hopefully the last) fracture of my life, on the right ankle.. although my parents had stayed with me for the next two days I ensured them I could take care of myself in the hostel and that I did not want to miss my first days in college, so they dropped me back to the hostel..
In those 21 days of a plastered foot and an absolutely unknown territory, my faith in the world and its goodness was strengthened greatly!! If we go by details, I did not know a single soul when I had arrived, I remember my mommy requesting my room mates in the hostel to look after me if possible and they replied in the affirmative, but that was it-- practically, I only had myself to be dependant on..
After my folks finally left, I remember crying a little-- I had never done that before, and even after that till date, I'm generally very strong in matters like these but I guess that time was different.. anyway, so as soon as they left, I was surprised to see my room mate, Priyanka, was her name, summoned all other girls from the adjoining rooms and introduced me to each of them.. I almost cried again to see the warmth strangers can provide to someone who's new and alone.. the next day in college, all our classmates were called by the seniors for 'introduction' and 'proto announcements', I went too, but yet again, to my surprise I was asked to sit and watch and the only proto I needed to follow from the list was following the Dress Code-- I chuckled and silently thanked God for showering on me a blessing in the face of an adversity..
Three weeks that followed were nothing different than they would have been had I not had the fracture..they were in fact better in many ways.. I made some lifetime friends during those three weeks-- I attended my freshers party with that broken leg-- at times very conviniently I missed my assignments in class,thanks to the broken leg-- in all three weekends of that 21 day duration I explored Delhi with my friends with that broken leg..
So many years have passed now and that 'broken leg' remains a funny beautiful memory rather than a difficult or painful one.. and rains like this tickle and refresh the episode keeping it anew..
The early September rains remind me of my first year college days-- it was during very heavy rains like this that I had bid good bye to my folks and was heading towards a new life in a boarding.. on the very first day of my arrival at the hostel, I tripped over a slippery-due-to-rain staircase and gifted myself the very first (and hopefully the last) fracture of my life, on the right ankle.. although my parents had stayed with me for the next two days I ensured them I could take care of myself in the hostel and that I did not want to miss my first days in college, so they dropped me back to the hostel..
In those 21 days of a plastered foot and an absolutely unknown territory, my faith in the world and its goodness was strengthened greatly!! If we go by details, I did not know a single soul when I had arrived, I remember my mommy requesting my room mates in the hostel to look after me if possible and they replied in the affirmative, but that was it-- practically, I only had myself to be dependant on..
After my folks finally left, I remember crying a little-- I had never done that before, and even after that till date, I'm generally very strong in matters like these but I guess that time was different.. anyway, so as soon as they left, I was surprised to see my room mate, Priyanka, was her name, summoned all other girls from the adjoining rooms and introduced me to each of them.. I almost cried again to see the warmth strangers can provide to someone who's new and alone.. the next day in college, all our classmates were called by the seniors for 'introduction' and 'proto announcements', I went too, but yet again, to my surprise I was asked to sit and watch and the only proto I needed to follow from the list was following the Dress Code-- I chuckled and silently thanked God for showering on me a blessing in the face of an adversity..
Three weeks that followed were nothing different than they would have been had I not had the fracture..they were in fact better in many ways.. I made some lifetime friends during those three weeks-- I attended my freshers party with that broken leg-- at times very conviniently I missed my assignments in class,thanks to the broken leg-- in all three weekends of that 21 day duration I explored Delhi with my friends with that broken leg..
So many years have passed now and that 'broken leg' remains a funny beautiful memory rather than a difficult or painful one.. and rains like this tickle and refresh the episode keeping it anew..
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