Into each life some rain must fall (blog marathon post 3)

It is raining as I type this. The curtains in my bedroom are flying in the breeze and are at an angle of almost a 180 degrees, as the wind is that heavy! I can hear the rumble of thunder.  Flashes of lightning illuminate my window grills, for a few seconds, while they last.
I got drenched, soaked to the bone, in the rain, as I had decided to go for a post-dinner walk. I was about a kilometre from home, when it started pouring. I turned back, and there was no shelter to wait. The only option was hurrying as fast as I could, and I did just that. I think the monsoons are officially here, as much as the weather department squabbles over the dates of the actual onset.

I spoke to one of my closest friends today. I hadn't spoken to her for more than two months, as I was buried in writing my novel, and she was buried in the business she runs. My conversation with her was all of two minutes. I told her I would be visiting the place where she lives (I am travelling for an event. Keep following this blog for details) , and she said I would have to stay with her. I asked her if she wasn't busy and she said she will take the day off. 'Come! I can't wait to see you,' she said.

That was it. No small talk.No questions.No 'oh-we-haven't spoken-for-awhile'. No 'we-must-catch-up'.
Because we always do. I texted her later saying I feel blessed for this invaluable friendship and she replied back immediately saying she feels the same.

Most of my books have this strong element of friendship. In 'It happens for a Reason', the friendship between Vee and Suchi is so like that between my best friend and me.

The rains today reminded me of the countless times that my friend and I have sat at her place, which overlooked the sea, chatting,over cups of tea, and piping hot pakoras, watching the rains,talking about everything, discussing, laughing, ruminating.

Rains--you either love them or hate them.
Rains and best-friends---For me, the best combination.

I leave you with an a Ella Fitzgerald's song sung in the 40's: Into each life, some rain must fall--but too much is falling in mine:

Till tomorrow,keep a song in your heart!

ps: My son has started a photo blog it's a daily feed, and each of the pictures come with a little write-up. I loved the pics he clicked (every day scenes which all of us would have seen so many times and thought nothing about)  and the little descriptions he wrote. (and this isn't just a fond mother talking). Do check it out and please do  leave him comments if you liked his work:

https://atulshenoyblog.wordpress.com/


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