On this wet wet wet day...

12:14 PM

playing in the rain

The sun did not shine.
It was too wet to play.
So we sat in the house
All that cold, cold, wet day.
(the Cat in the hat, Dr Seuss)

Well no offence Dr Seuss, but rain is not a valid reason to sit inside, especially when a page later in the book you learn that the only thing to do was to Sit, Sit, Sit, Sit and not liking it one little bit. Sunday was a very wet day in Mumbai, and we took our time sipping tea, having a nice breakfast, and doing a bit of cleaning before heading out to our favourite chaat shop to bite into fresh jalebi and kachore, before coming back home to fold a few paper boat and head to our building's garden to play like children again...well Ishita is still a child, but for DH and I age was no bar.

We looked for deep enough puddles to launch them on, the rain sank them quick enough. But not without us giggling and having fun. Our mighty fleet sunk, we continued playing in puddles of cool water with no fear of getting soaked. The promise of soft towels, warm dry clothes and hot beverage just being a few meters away. For a few minutes we felt young again, and taught Ishita that the rain is a fun, fun thing.

While we were doing so, we could see a few neighbours peeking through their windows. And I still wonder what could have crossed their minds. Were they judging us and branding us as insane? Or wishing they could do the same? It's while going back upstairs that we saw an old lady smiling seeing us all wet and happy to be. Clearly she knew the thrill of the excersise and probably revisiting childhood memories. And, once home, getting all dry and warm again felt blissfully magical, so did the smell of hot coffee and tea.

It was too good not to play, or sit in the house on that cold, cold wet day. So we went out and all we could do was to splash, splash, splash, and we enjoyed every bit of it.

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