Gungunati si koi raat chali aati hai.
Aap aate ho toh Barsat chali aati hai.
Barsat, Rain, Rain where you are. We are waiting for you. Delhi is shivering with heat. This is the deadliest or the hottest summer we have ever seen. Every eye from the farmer to manager is looking to the sky, in hope that sooner sky would pour the water. We look to the sun; if there is any, even slightly sign of the clouds. Alas there are none, sky is as clear as the white cloth, full of horrifying heat.
Now nothing consoles us, neither movies nor friends, not cricket matches or football matches, all we want the water, muddy water, water outside our houses on roads, in streets, in parks everywhere we want the thirst of this earth to be fulfilled. We have forgot, when was the last time, when we have seen kids splashing water on each other in rain, playing with paper boats, rolling their trousers and kicking the muds. When the romance under the rain was the biggest fantasy. To hold your beloved “s hand and walking on the wet road, drops drizzle over your face, clothes become wet, take a shelter under a tree which does not protect you from the rain and you don’t want to be, all you want a cup of hot tea and shivering under the rain.
Is this entire turning to be a fantasy or a distant dream? Is global warming really becoming a reality as earlier we thought it as a concept which either foolish or ultra intelligent discuss. We take something as granted, in the age of nuclear weapon when even science is not satisfied with Nanotecnology. Can we produce a single drop of water.
Rain Rain where you are…………………………………
