Mumbai - Rain Rain Part III

Where am I? Stuck at home. There is no chance of venturing outside, and definitely not as far as Andheri.

It's been raining incessantly since the past two days over here; with the briefest of let-ups when it drizzles. But, the steady pitter-patter against the sun roof is on. Some people would probably go mad by now, listening to it. In my case however, I almost enjoy it.

Reminds me of the visits to my ancestral house in Kerala. A very typical, old, Brahmin house; it was constructed in the style of a 'NaluKettu', with an enclosed courtyard in the centre. The courtyard (called Nadumittam) itself has a depth of about 2-3 ft, with an open roof above it, which allows the rain to come in, albeit restricted to that portion only; thereby not affecting the rest of the house. Whatever be the time of the year, it has always rained when I have visited Kerala. When it did, I loved to sit near the Nadumittam and read English classics - a legacy of my Ammachhan (maternal grandfather). The experience was only enriched by the sound of the raindrops hitting the Nadumittam creating their own soothing symphony.

And that's what I hear even now. Maybe that's why I love the rains so much.

I think I shall just hit publish, and hunt up that 100 yr old, dog-eared copy of Stalky & Co.

Thanks, Ammachha.