A dash of Pepper…

…with a splash of Mint

On rain

Posted by Pepper on July 9, 2012

It is bright and sunny and you think you are smart enough to forecast the weather, you venture out wearing a white tee worn over blue capris. You’ve worn purple lingerie inside, but hey, that is supposed to be a secret.

And then you realise you are not so smart when it begins to pour and you find yourself getting drenched. You panic, and look for cover. Because today is the day you chose to wear white, and you were stupid enough to wear purple inside, and if you allow yourself to get fully drenched, your tee will cling to you and become transparent and your bright insides will be visible to all, and then creeps on the road will lech at you, and some might even try and feel you up as they walk past you, and the rest of the people who don’t eye you lecherously will look at you disapprovingly and think you are a slut and..

I stopped midway. Did I just fear being labelled a slut? Why? What the hell was the definition of ‘slut’? Somebody who shows skin? Wasn’t I wanting to reclaim the word? I felt terrible for having thought on those lines. And why should I consider myself a victim, without actually being one? Why should I be walking with fear, when the perpetrators walk fearlessly? With those thoughts, I decided to walk home without a care. I straightened my sloping posture, looked straight ahead and enjoyed walking back in the rain, without caring about what was, and what could have been. And it felt bloody good. Oh sweet rain, thank you for washing away my fears.


It was pouring one night. We were looking for a cab. The streets were flooded. I had no umbrella and was trying to wade through water that rose above my knees. I could feel the slush and the muck beneath my feet. The pelting rain blurred my vision. In short, not a very desirable situation to be in, for ‘normal’ people. I on the other hand, thoroughly enjoyed it. I finally got to the end of the lane that was relatively less flooded. My mother was waiting for me under a dry, sheltered patch. She saw me walk towards her, and noticed my squinting eyes, drenched clothes, droplets of water running down my face and asked me if I was okay. In response to that, I asked her, “Mama, can I please go back there and play around for sometime?” She asked me if I was crazy, and I smiled. Dear rain, you make me crazier than what I already am.


It was a dark, cloudy morning. I stepped into the bathroom and realised, I’d need the lights on that day. As I turned on the shower, it began to rain heavily. I could hear the drumming. The rhythm. The melody of rain. As I began to enjoy the clean, hot water from the shower running down my body, I felt grateful. For the home I have, the comforts, the convenience. I knew at that very moment, there would be a million helpless people battling the rain, some of them homeless, facing hardships due to lack of shelter. I thanked God mentally. I had protection from the rain and other elements of weather, I had hot water to cleanse myself with, and I had a clean, fluffy towel waiting for me at the end of it. This, among a hundred other things. Oh rain, you make me count my blessings.


That evening, the air was refreshingly cool. The rain poured. It smelt so earthy. The pretty flowers in our balcony were in full bloom. The sister and I stood there, watching the overcast sky, and feeling joy. Soon, it began thundering and lightening. We brought out the guitar and made ourselves comfortable in the balcony and had a wonderful time, with her strumming ‘I hear thunder..’ and other related songs. That evening was so magical, with the euphony of the rain and the sound of the guitar. Beautiful rain, you make me just so happy!

I’ve had the opportunity to experience the Mumbai monsoon after years. I remember longing for it last year. This year, I am totally living it up and I can’t stop smiling.

60 Responses to “On rain”

  1. R's Mom said

    hahahah! you make the rains in Bombay so romantic…but but but..

    except for the purani jeans and guitar session, I dont think I got swayed…strumming a guitar with your sister in company singing I hear thunder..ah! you got me there babes πŸ™‚ big hugs πŸ™‚ hope you get to enjoy every rain of Bombay forever πŸ™‚

  2. Deeps said

    That was such a beautiful post! Rains that evoke so many emotions in you..how I am yearning for them too! πŸ™‚

    Enjoy the weather and stay blessed πŸ™‚

  3. Rains bring memories and nostalgia……I remember getting drenched walking on the streets of Bangalore as a newbie searching for a PG accomodation with two other friends….or getting drenched on the terrace with the little sis in the heavy downpour…..:) The post brought back memories and made me smile πŸ™‚

  4. Awwww……..You make me jealous !! The one thing I loved doing in India and can’t even dream of here, is to enjoy walking in the rain 😦 Don’t know about the rest of US, but in Texas, there is no such thing as rain. Only storms, hurricanes, tornadoes …….

    Nothing like getting drenched on the streets while walking back home clutching your handbag under the chin; Rush into your room, get rid of everything wet and take a hot water shower. Get into cozy clothes and sip some hot chai with Mirchi bhajjis or Onion pakoras. Pure Bliss !!

    • Pepper said

      I’ve lived in Ohio and California, and both those places had rain. But the rain was too cold for my liking. It was always accompanied by strong winds which made me shiver. I never enjoyed a walk in the rain. So I know what you mean.

      Oh the feeling of peeling off your clingy, wet clothes and hopping into the hot shower is absolutely blissful! I won’t even talk about the food πŸ˜€

  5. Bubblegum said

    I am enjoying!!! Tomorrow its my last day in Mumbai (as of now!) and I literally cried in the rain, I am going to miss Mumbai so so much!

  6. Nachu said

    The last one made me actually go Awwwww…..
    There was a period in my life when I used to wash clothes on my own, without a washing m/c, and then I lost the desire to walk in rain.
    I could never get the muddy stains off my clothes!!!
    There are times when I feel all so uncomfortable when the creeps stare and there are times when I glare back at them with so much rage.

    • Pepper said

      I don’t blame you for disliking the rain if you had to hand wash the clothes yourself! That takes a lot of effort. Hats off!
      I usually glare back at the creeps, even when I feel uncomfortable.

  7. This is such a happy-happy post, Pepper. Totally loved it. πŸ™‚

    Glad you are finally enjoying something you longed for all these days.

    I love the rains in Bangalore, and I used to love them back home at Ahmedabad as well. I have never had a chance to experience the famous Mumbai rains. Hope I get a chance to do that soon. πŸ™‚

  8. Kartikay said

    We, the Bangalore folk who have been denied any decent amount of rain for the past few weeks, collectively HATE you.

    Yes, we do. HMPH! 😐

  9. I miss my B.E. days in Lonavala… It was gross to get wet irrespective of an umbrella and raincoat and sit for lectures with small puddles forming due to your dripping jeans…. But it was awesome to bunk your last two lectures and go to Bhushi Dam to get wet under the waterfall… I miss those bike rides with 15 people to Pavna dam… 😦 But I definitely dont miss the damp, musty smell in hostel rooms cuz of wet clothes hanging everywhere and the biting chill in the middle of the night…
    The BF is from Mumbai, and he is sooooo upset that he hasnt seen the rains since 3 years.. πŸ˜€ He misses sitting in his room ka window and looking out at the sea and the torrential rains… He misses those very puddles you had fun in… πŸ™‚

    • Pepper said

      You did your B.E Lonavala? Wow! I have great memories of splashing around in the Bhushi dam too.
      Plan a trip to Mumbai with the BF and come during the rains. It’ll be worth it πŸ™‚

      • I agree with you, that it will be worth it… πŸ™‚
        And I read your comment about rains in CA…. They are the WORST! So cold…. and I dont know why, but it rains only on the weekends!! So annoying… Bwaaahhhh….

  10. Ashwathy said

    Rain rain come again… TODAY! πŸ˜€ and again and again and AGAIN! πŸ™‚

    Yep, this monsoon is one you won’t forget so soon! πŸ™‚ Enjoy it to the hilt. Next year this time you will remember this monsoon and be grateful that you got to sit at home, watch the rain and sip chai and munch on pakodas….

    • Pepper said

      Looks like we’re all rain lovers πŸ˜€ I don’t think I have forgotten any monsoon. This one is special cos I am experiencing it after years. So yes, it is very close to my heart. πŸ™‚

  11. Visha said

    I LOVED this post

    How I wish you had mentioned gorging on piping hot pakoras while it is raining outside πŸ™‚

    And how I wish we get some of the rains here too, everyday the sky gets overcast but it does not rain 😦

  12. Shashi said

    I used to live in Mumbai once upon a time and I can never get over the memories of the paaoos days. On one occassion, I had to come back from Bhiwandi to Mumbai and I remember being stuck in the traffic for 6 hours !! When all it would take me to reach on other days was a mere 2 hours.

    Watching the folks from the windows of that bus was like watching a movie without any edits….

    Those were the days.

    • Pepper said

      I remember my childhood joy associated with the rains too. We even had a poem ‘Ye re Ye re Paavsa’ that we’d sing in anticipation of the monsoon. The traffic in the rains comes to a complete halt though 😦

  13. ashreyamom said

    When you feel crushed: do i get password for this??

  14. ashreyamom said

    wow rain itself is a beautiful thing.. i think what others think should not matter you.. they are just UN-known onlookers.. as long as you are safe and dont invite trouble dear..
    so, the playful you is back while walking in the rain filled streets??

    i just realized the rain has brought in all aspects.. playful you, guts to open up and walk across, feel blessed and also enjoy with the siblings.. hope u have many more good times with rain, and romantic times too with mint.. πŸ™‚

    • Pepper said

      The problem is, we might not always be safe. But living with fear is no solution either.
      The rain does bring in all aspects. πŸ™‚ Thanks!

  15. metherebel said

    Beautiful post Pepper!

    I loved the first and the third story πŸ™‚ Not all of us manage to say a prayer of gratitude. We tend to take things for granted. The more I read about you, the more I admire you πŸ™‚

    • Pepper said

      Thanks so much πŸ™‚ All of us tend to take things for granted, including me ofcourse. It’s good to be reminded of all that we have been granted, every now and then.

  16. Abhivyakti said

    Loved this post and all the comments too…made me miss home so much. While growing up, me and my sister would block the drain on the terrace before a heavy rain and then wade through the water later….and somehow, it would always rain on my birthday..

    There is something special about rains in India, the way the weather changes, the cool (but not cold) breeze and the heavy showers..I dislike the boring and slow winter rains that we have in California..I would give anything for that feeling of bliss when you sit with a hot cup of chai after having changed ….I have even cycled(monkey-paddling, standing up) in the rain once during college..wonderful, liberating feeling.Thanks for this post…brought back so many happy memories πŸ™‚
    I admire your ability to look at the little things in life through a magnifying glass..there is so much happiness floating around to be just noticed..take care.

    • Pepper said

      You guys had a private terrace? How awesome!
      Lol. 3rd person in this comment section disliking California rain. Like I tell all of you, plan a trip to India during the rains πŸ™‚ And thank you!

  17. stuti said

    Beautiful take on the rain. There are some things in life that make you count your blessings and be happy and content about everything. I like the way your posts are structured, there is always a flow that binds all your thoughts together very well.

  18. LOVED loved loved loved this. i haev never experienced Mumbai Monsoons. But thank you for making me feel it. and thank you for presenting a different perspective πŸ™‚ I love rains. and I would have thought very similarly and played in the rain and done all the crazy crazy stuff!

    Atta girl ! for keeping your head high and walking πŸ™‚

  19. Rains.
    They are perfectly perfect if you are a bollywood (transy sarees and the dance) fan.
    They are perfectly perfect if you are in love.
    They are perfectly perfect if you like having hot pakodas and garam garam chai.
    They are perfectly perfect for people who have spent a lifetime together.
    They are perfectly perfect if you have got no work to do.
    What a lovely and timely post. Just got back drenched πŸ™‚

  20. pixie said

    such a beautiful post!! πŸ™‚
    I love the feeling of raindrops on my face! πŸ™‚

  21. Amit said

    I fear rains. There have been times when I was stuck in a jam for 7 hours because of rains.
    But there was a time when I used to love them, when life was simpler, when I had time to make paper boats. πŸ™‚ Come to think of it, I do like them on holidays. πŸ™‚

    • Pepper said

      In all honest, I fear the rains too. They can be very destructive, and I have experienced their fury. It was life threatening. But despite it all, they make me smile. Nothing like a rainy holiday πŸ™‚

  22. Good one Pepper. I must say how I was also once caught up in that white tee shirt situation. We were on a hiking trail and just about when we had 2 miles to finish the trail it started pouring. I would have cared the least had it been just my husband n I (we had a group of friends along :(. The worst, I had to pee so badly. My white tee shirt, almost aqua lingerie, urgency to pee and pouring rain! πŸ˜€ It’s hilarious now when I think of it.
    Your blog reminded me of that day and I just had a hearty laugh πŸ˜€

    • Pepper said

      I have been caught in the ‘white in rain’ situation earlier in the past too. They are honest mistakes and we’re caught off guard. They do create good memories. You made me laugh as well! πŸ˜€

  23. Been ages since seen a real rainfall….not that I am very fond of them

  24. DA said

    but what if some idiot comes and touches you. that is how dirty India is. It is better to be safe than be sorry in India

  25. Santulan said

    Ah rains.. A good rain session means either getting wet and dumping all the wet clothes in the bathroom later (which makes mom mad) or making hot hot coffee and something to eat with it

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