Just Something

As I was driving to office today, it started drizzling, then it turned to rain, then it started really pouring down. Well, as all this was happening, I noticed a sweet, musky, muddy smell, something very familiar, something that reminded of home, home back in India, home at my grandmas, what was it ? something so silly, that I don't realize or pay attention to, these small things were such a joy to behold. Then it hit me, that was the smell of the rain as it hits the ground, the smell of the soil as its gets wet, the dust that is kicked up as the first drops of water touch the ground.

I guess these are things we don't pay attention to as we grow up and move out. The small things we took for granted, the smells, the intimacy you feel in certain rooms at your native place, the scenes that play before your eyes at certain places, the occasions that happened in those places, I could just go on and go on.

Maybe I miss all that, maybe I am just a bit too senti today, maybe...., I am not sure. I don't know if my kid will share the same sentiments with me, or she will have such thoughts, maybe....., she might find them silly, old man's thoughts, i don't know.

Its like when you hear a particular tune, you feel something, you relate it to an event in your life, you remember something of the past, you remember some occasion, you remember someone. It triggers a lot of emotions in you, something happens to you, something sad, something pleasant, it makes you smile.

I am just rambling, I don't know what i am trying to say or prove or maybe nothing, if you don't like it, please move away to another website, you don't have to listen to me, really, unless if you want to.

Anyway, there are lots of things that remind you of something of the past, something pleasant, something near you heart. Like for example, the other day, I was just sitting on the swing in my patio and I gave it a little push, as I was moving forward and backward, it suddenly reminded me of the times in my mum's place, of the times when I used to sit on the 'Aatu Kattil'(Bed Swing) and swing real hard and my mum and Ammamma would scold me for swinging too hard. Of the times when we cousins would get together at my dad's place, put up a swing on a mango tree and swing away to glory.

Those were some times, the adolescence, the youth, the infatuations, the love we thought was love, something to remember and smile now. These were not too long ago, but then it feels like ages, makes you feel old. Would I done things differently if I had a chance to relive them, not totally, maybe a little, maybe...just maybe.