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Rain on me .........

I write this every year..this time ! Crave for rain...though this time I thank god that I live in an a/c environ mostly. Not standing the fact that Bhaskar keeps saying that he needs to take a soft loan topay off the electric bill and gas for my car :) But Calcutta is going from bad to worse - where is the kalboishakhi that was the usual occurance every evening not solong ago- we had to run and close the windows so that the dust wont form a layer ...but the rain used to be so refreshing washing over the heat and the hot air and bringing in temporary relief on those hot summer evenings. I remember our Lansdowne Road house had those windows with 'Kharkari"s ( Trilok's picture post was a good reminder) and how it was a game to peer through them when we played hide and seek ....and those evenings of kalboishakhi drove in the rains from the open kharkharis and formed rivulets on the floor which gave us more chances to play hopscotch with imaginary rivers !
And then there were times when no rain meant rituals and chants to bring in the rain....one being the wedding of frogs :) That was a sureshot way to melt the heart of the rain gods...Desperate times mean desperate measures and I seriously want to try this out ..thanks to the blog that I read today....If you are reading this -share -try it out-no harm in trying !
http://kirstanucisveranda.blogspot.in/2009/03/rain-mantra.html
Who knows it may work ?

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  1. Unknown28 April 2014 at 12:41

    I read it ...and loved it...and its inspiring to get my blogspot account back,,,to when I used to blog....its good for health.... :)

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    1. amrita29 April 2014 at 10:00

      It is Vinay and I know you will do great- with your twists in the tale :) Must begin...great catharsis !

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