Rain...

Yesterday, it rained. I opened my red umbrella, rolled up my jeans, held my bag close and walked. People rushed by in a hurry.. to get out of the rain, opening umbrellas, holding plastic bags over their heads, some holding their hands out of their umbrellas, some getting thoroughly drenched, and I wasn't all that dry either.. It felt good though.. like there was some sort of curtain around me and my red umbrella.. Time and space for my thoughts.. and it would all stay within.. I remembered an sms conversation from last year.. when it had started to rain just like this..

R: Hows Bangalore?
M: It was hot till yesterday and all of a sudden its raining cats and dogs.
R: Are you complaining?
M: I'm not sure.
R: I always thought you were the sort of person who'd like rain.

M likes that R thinks that thought.. She leaves it at that..

As the wind blew the rain straight into me and messed with my umbrella I wondered if I should be smiling at all.. because i was.

To Me..

A pair of black stilettos, an aroma therapy set, silver earrings, a locket, a ring, a new dress, a box of beetroot halwa, a painting, a surprise party, chocolate cake, a bottle of white wine, a blue sleeveless kurta, a giant book on crafts, twenty three white roses, anklets, a book of handmade paper, a glass jewelry box, sweet and salt lime soda, tandoori platter at Legends of Rock, hearing a firang sing Roobaaroo, and a lesson learnt about feeling good about myself..

A VERRRY Happy Materialistic Birthday...

TO ME!!

:)