One fine evening...

   Mr.Rain is a notorious romantic fellow who has taught me a lot about life.A poetry of nature whom I meet seasonally.How do i describe him? Even the universe bears his emotional tantrums.There's flood when he is weeping, drought when he's sad, thunderstorms when in anger and rainbow a sign of his happiness.He was the first one to decipher the true meaning of love for me! When? Where? How? Let's me tell you about all of it!

   India is a developing country where we have magnificent cities with busy lives running around time.Contrary to them are underdeveloped areas, untouched by modernization.They may not have internet connectivity but human relations span hearts.I spent one such evening at a place with no electricity ( thanks to Mr.Rain), inside a house with an elderly couple and a kid.The orange hues of oil filled lanterns decorated the house combined with aroma of sandalwood incense sticks.Samarth grandpa was sitting on chair, ready to make his next move in a game of chess.Little Tanmay was trying to calculate his next move when suddenly Savitri grandma arrived with fried bhaji.While me being an observant artist, the landline phone rang and grandma hurriedly rushed towards the document section.In the next moment, she informed grandpa and left for the bank.Tanmay and Grandpa continued with their series of well thought of moves resulting in the obvious victory of the little one.It was their third game, when lights went off completely in the streets and atmosphere turned gloomy and dark.The time at which we realised grandma had been out for hours .We decided to wait for her patiently.

   When there's no scope to use modern gadgets do we begin to observe the beauty of world around us.That evening I noticed paper boats streaming on water, a dupatta becoming umbrella for a couple, the innocent joy of splashing water on children, the music of falling rain drops and roadways turning into temporary lakes.Suddenly, grandpa's forehead raised wrinkles and eyes shown full of care.He tried calling grandma but no signal.He started roaming around just like the thoughts in his head.In the next very moment, he stood up with a stick in his hand, bare-footed ready to leave for search.But me being entrusted with the responsibility of taking care of a diseased soul, couldn't let him leave.A patient with walking disability, weak eyesight, shivering hands and weak heart was in my care.How would I let him go?

   Next few minutes filled the house with quarreling voices, us stopping him and distressed eyes looking for a way out.I knew he was not wrong but forgetful of his situation.All I could see was a man struggling to see a glimpse of his woman in a good state.Care for a human being above oneself.Love that joined hearts together.With the help of a few people next door, we could make him wait and seated on the cot.

   While he was in war of words and physical retort with us, the sound of familiar ghungroos quietened him.A lady drenched in saree, covered with mud, shadowed in darkness and tangled hair brought back life into him.Silence...and time paused with interlocking of their eyes.A hug followed with eyes raining more than Mr.Rain himself and ten year old me witnessing the live potrait of love.A calm scenario filled with talks of the grownups and bouts of laughter followed thereafter.

   Mr.Rain taught me about love that fine evening.Love is simplicity, not small enough to be bound by beauty but lost in the woods of compatibility. Emmotions and feelings that tie us together.Care above one's own life and problems.It is living for each other.

   A very simple incident showed me life caring for life!