August 31, 2025

Sometimes, a simple walk can surprise you in the most beautiful way! With the monsoon showers playing hide and seek, my early morning walks slowly stopped. So, I switched to evening walks, giving my afternoon naps a miss. My father often joined me, and we shared deep talks about his secret passions. But one rainy evening, my dad was busy, so I went out alone, just to grab a cream bun—a favorite tea-time treat in our home. The sun smiled brightly as I stepped out, and the sky was clear. I didn’t expect even a drop of rain. Yet, I carried my umbrella, a small hunch I felt thankful for later! As I walked, I saw kids playing football joyfully, rare sight in this phone-driven world. Soon, dark clouds sneaked up. When I tried rushing back, the monsoon showed its magic—pouring down fiercely, drenching me even with my umbrella open. People on bikes rushed to bus stops, while cars splashed muddy water on unsuspecting walkers. Soon, I was the only one braving the heavy rain, my glasses fogged with mist under the gloomy sky. Then something wonderful happened. Standing there, soaked but happy, I felt a deep peace. The path I called home was alive and shining in the rain. My heartbeat slowed, and suddenly, a tear slipped down my cheek. That moment taught me what "home" truly means—belonging, comfort, pure joy. I laughed quietly, soaking in the cold breeze and the magic of that rainy walk. As rain stopped, warm sun rays kissed the wet earth, lighting up the drops left behind. I hurried to the bakery, ready for my cream bun, but alas! They were sold out. Still, I knew this walk was far from wasted. Nearby, kids cuddled under a veranda, chatting about the football game, their laughter echoing my own newfound happiness. Sometimes, it’s not about the destination, but the rainy journey that touches your heart.

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Tags: Monsoon, Rain, Walking, Childhood memories, Family, Simple joys,