I really want to be out. Driving in the rain at night with city lights reflecting madly. And us, swerving past thunder, pulling our toes away from lightning that cuts like a knife. I want to mingle with the rainy cityyyyyyyyyy.
I remember a rainy evening in Lucknow. My mom had picked me from school and left me in the car while she got some vegetables. And it started pelting fat drops. Confused white bulls crossed me. There was just yellow in front of the car; frescoed by the raindropped windscreen. And this is Lucknow - heaps and heaps and heaps of yellow. Mango land. And the sellers had plastic sheets on top of their carts, overhead. When the weight would prove too much for the poor sheet to hold up any longer, it would slosh down a massive waterfall on the mangoes, powerfully down the seller’s neck. And as I stared at yellow waterfalls, mommy came back, her sari hitched up, her Hush Puppy sandals soaked. Depositing the veggies in the car she quick reversed and whooshed out of the mess letting me know there was aloo patty for me in the glove box.
Sometimes the water from the plastic roofs also cascaded down my shirt!
It is lovely to have mangoes in the front and back -from- school kids at the back of a car.
Neera
May 25th, 2009 - 23:26
Sometimes the water from the plastic roofs also cascaded down my shirt!
It is lovely to have mangoes in the front and back -from- school kids at the back of a car.
Neera