I love the rain :-)
The people of Madras have been praying and praying for five years now.And the Rain Gods are listening.
But really...They should have listened every year and given the quota accordingly.
Not wake up one day and decide to send five years worth rain in five weeks.
Kids in schools have got it lucky.They have holidays every third day.
Have you realised the day they announce the holiday,the Sun decides to say hello?

Madras Nalla Madras is looking clean and green.If you can overlook the damaged roads,overflowing drainage,torn billboards,waist deep water(if lucky ankle deep)....It actually is a pretty sight.

I haven't worn proper dry clothes in weeks.Its the same story every other day.We spot blue skies, sunny and bright.A tribal joyous cry rings through the corridors of my house and my maid runs out with a bucket of wet or half dry clothes and puts them up on the clothes line.Its a masterpiece when its done and she can feel beads of sweat on her forehead.As she walks back in,she realises its not sweat but a slight drizzle!Her face becomes darker than the threatening clouds above as she snatches them off the line and back to the bucket.

My dogs,Ozzy and Tubby have always been lazy and always will.They're oblivious to the weather.Whether it rains or shines,they sleep 18 hours.And I am not exaggerating when I say 18 hours.Their routine makes me jealous.I would do anything to sleep,eat,sleep,eat,bark at imaginary cats,sleep,bark at lizards on the wall,sleep,eat,bark at road dogs,sleep,eat,just bark for the sake of barking and sleep because they are tired of all the barking.

I love standing in the rain and getting soaked to the bone. I hate the way my clothes have that 'wet smell' when I start to dry. I love eating tandoori in this weather. I hate popping enough mint to make me sterile. I love getting new clothes. I hate it when it looks better on my sister. I love shopping for birthdays. I hate it when its not my birthday I'm shopping for...

I'm rambling.Its the rain.It has that effect on people.Its the perfect time of the year to cosy up with someone.You should read my Cousin Next Door's blog about his dream girl.I wish I had my dream guy.We all have our dirty little secrets.Mine is Shiv.He's my 'so called dream guy'.I think the name Shiv has something to do with my fascination for my other name 'Parvathi'.He's 6 feet tall.Any taller would pass me off as his sister.I'm worried we'll have a short son and a tall daughter.And he has a British accent.

If there's a Shiv with a British accent and taller than me.(That would be over five feet.) reading my blog.
You're probably my soul mate.So do uhh..leave a comment or something.

The rain does funny things to your brain.Sort of soaks through your hair,into the root,past the skull and comes somewhere around the medulla oblongata and permeates to your senses basically screwin it up.Its like throwin water on a circuit board and it fizzling away.

Sigh...

This was a lousy post.Forgive me.