One memorable monsoon evening

I had written this piece long time back, for office intranet. Posting it here now.

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That monsoon it rained cats and dogs in Pune. Yes, that is usual, but that specific day, it was cold, cloudy and drizzling throughout. Not too cold to make me shiver, but cold enough to make me want to eat pakodas with steaming cup of chai. The kind of day which made me go out without an umbrella and soak up all the freshness of the pouring drops.

Plan was to see and climb a small hill, whose name I didn’t know. Since I hadn’t ventured out to the hills much, besides Lonavala and Khandala, the plan seemed exciting. After lunch, I and a friend started the ride, meaning, he rode the bike while I was trying to hold my flying tresses. Once we were outside the confines of the city, I started to feel the wind in my hair.

The hill was green due to rain and obviously slippery. When we started the climb, it started to drizzle. Not at all helpful when it was already muddy. But I didn’t mind as rains have always refreshed my senses.
When we reached the top, there was nobody besides us. Obvious again, as it was heavily cloudy and already rainy.

I was away from the maddening crowd, alone, and feeling the drops on my face. Clouds floated just above my head, making me twist my neck to see them move. They move like lazy herd of sheep. And the setting sun was nowhere visible. No thoughts in my mind. I shut everything out. Office, home, worries, troubles, pain, hurt. I packed those thoughts and threw it to the back of my mind. Solitude sometimes does wonders. I was at peace, with myself.

As drops eagerly met me, I plugged my earphones in which Metallica were singing ‘Nothing else matters…’ I thought, truly, nothing else matters.