Dark clouds float by... soon the droplets of colorless liquid hit the window panes… and slowly the drizzle becomes the rain.

Whenever the dark clouds move over the sun, inadvertently followed with the weather getting heavier and several lightnings flashing across the sky and the wind clearly confessing about the coming of a heavy rain, I remember screaming with joy and exhilaration as it rained, during my childhood. It typically rains torrentially for a couple of hours and stops. And the weather, outside after that, is almost always absolutely fantastic. I remember sitting by the window, smelling the rain and watching the raindrops cleanse away the parched leaves, making them alive and sparkle. I always had a feeling that the raindrops drench your bodies and cleanse your souls. The steady pitter-patter against the trees and the asbestos roof above the sun-shade of the balcony, the lightning and thunder seem to make a statement that we have arrived and are here to stay .

Fortunately in Hyderabad it used to rain typically at night and sometimes during the lunchtime in the afternoon and I never had to worry about carrying an umbrella or a raincoat with me. I also remember the ecstacy turned into harsh reality when it rains in Bombay (AKA Mumbai) rains and I had to cover myself up in a raincoat and duck on may way to classes during my undergraduate studies lest my shirt and trousers are spoilt by the downpour.

I still enjoy rains, but this season, the moments of bliss came to a resounding halt. Much as I try to enjoy monsoon every year, incidents like these spoil it for me.

One day as I keenly observed the rain droplets hitting onto the windowpane and flowing down from the top to the end of the pane, it suddenly dawned on me that it could be compared to human life. A rain drop that falls onto the window could signify a new life that moves through varied paths of life until death, when
the rain drop hits the end of the window. During the journey down, many obstacles blocked the way and sometimes there are choices that must be made. Some droplets followed other droplets' trail, which brings them to another place, twisted in its way down. Sometimes it helps the droplet to move to the side, making the time to hit the end longer, however, sometimes, the trails bring them faster towards the end.

Life is like the rain drops and trails are like the footsteps of other people. While different people choose different routes, some people chose to be independent and have their life different from others; they don’t follow what others did, but there are people who follow advices, and footsteps of other people. Though it looks like a good choice, it has no guarantee and you never really know what the future is. Following people doesn’t necessarily mean you will lead a good life. Some brings you nearer to death, some bring you to more obstacles and problems, but there also some that helps you succeed in your accomplishing your goal. We never have the right to blame others for bringing us to the situation we are in now as it is our choice in the first place, they just left a choice for us, but didn’t call us to join them. Thus, I would suggest that – please don’t ever blame other people when you meet hardships or problems (although it is nice to say a thank you if they helped you during any part of the journey).

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I was just amazed by an intriguing article that I just read about Like a storm that talks about an efficient way to handle the situations in life with a better perspective.