Reviving those memories

This was when we went to hometown in April; away from the busy and hectic Chennai.

We really find home, a special place when we are away from it. It was quite sometime since our last journey to hometown. I felt the freshness in my mind, when I heard that the climate was rainy. Same feeling which I have felt many times; during my college days, when the rainy season was near the doors... the urge to get back to home.

I sat in the doorstep facing our backyard. I narrated to my wife, the times of my college days where I used to sit in the same place; watching the rain. The backyard was teaming with life. I have heard those sounds a lot many times before. But suddenly, I felt like, I was hearing them for the first time.

We have a coconut tree at the east, near to the compound wall enclosing the plot. I used to watch streams of sunlight passing though the leaves of the tree during sunrise, those old times. I noticed that tree. It has been a long time. The rain was heavy and I noted the leaves. It seemed like those old leaves were still positioned there... or was it an illusion?

I used to count ripples in small pots of rain water in those old times. I watched them now... I didn't feel like counting. We change a lot when we grow up... Small things like this, when thought about, explains a lot... a lot about how we were then and and how we are now.

The wind was getting heavy. My mother was calling us inside. We have to catch the train back to Chennai the next day. Thinking about that, a cold was unacceptable. Life is different when away from home. Sometimes, that life doesn't understand certain subtle elements like these.

Defining Life, get going is the new motto. And, we go about it, the way it's layed down.