MADNESS THAT COMES WITH OH-SO-SPLUTTERING RAINS

Jungle Bee: Hey, I like your status. Pretty solid.

Little Wench: I know.

Jungle Bee: Huh? Know what? That I like it? Or that it’s solid?

Little Wench: Means I know that you like my status. I knew that you’d like it even before you read it or I wrote it. Clarity of mind, you see!

Jungle Bee: Is this your normal or is this just because it’s raining today?

For the Wench, there is nothing as purifying as uncalled-for rains! No matter how much the city cribs and complains of the chaos on roads, annoying delays and complicated commuting, there is something about the rains that holds you- as if it cleanses away not just the dirt but all the complexities, baggage and insecurities that lies deep down within on whomsoever it pours.

The jungle bee hates it, but so what? She often argues how she can’t go out and lighten up the jungle with her shiny clothing, but to come to think of it, would you give away the intense aroma, the cigarette that you so badly want to smoke but can’t save from getting wet even under the canopy, the herd of shiny ants moving up the flyover only to realize those are cars, the maddening chaos, the splishy-splash of the puddle potion that gets on you every time a car passes you by… mixed with every waste/sewer/mud one can find on the otherwise hectic roads (Yes, that too!) and the rarest of rare smiles you exchange with all the strangers when caught in the act of I-don’t-have-to-be-adult-all-the-time in the showering rain…yes would you give away all of this to have one of your many air-conditioned, oh-so-normal day?