Monsoons

I don’t like rains. I hate monsoons. The rains after a day of blistering heat is the only kind of rain I welcome. What is it about rains that is supposed to be the epitome of a romantic moment, strangely even without a partner. Getting wet in the rains is supposed to give this once in a life time experience, or so is told. But why don’t I like it at all? Infact I hate it. I just don’t seem to see what d hullabaloo is all about?
For one, if I’m out and it rains, and if I’m not with an umbrella, which is er almost always I’m apprehensive that I will catch a cold. The auto or the rickshaw will be charging more, and definitely get me half wet despite that.
My jeans will weigh a ton, my t shirt clinging to my body making feel embarrassed and cold coz there never is that filmy hero round when the clothes are sticking to you. You only half cat calls and wolf whistles, pretty unnerving, really.
The dupatta in case ur wearing a salwar never ever flies so melodramatically like it does on T.V.it sort of flutters clumsily and rests on you with a thud as though telling you its your fault that you caused the rains.
Rainy days make me feel gloomy.khichuri and begun bhaja notwithstanding I do not like rains. No not even if it opens a roop tera mastana kind of erotic moment.
SAWAN MEIN LAG GAYI AAG….my foot!!