It rained today. It was sunny in the morning. It was sunny when I boarded the metro bound home. It was sunny when I claimed it was not raining despite my mum’s messages on how heavy the downpour was. But, it soon started raining, a little out of nowhere but, almost everywhere.
Rain makes me both happy and sad for conflicting reasons. What are they? Oh, you shall soon get introduced to them.I stood in the city bus armed with my waterproof bag and an umbrella. The sweet simple joyful drizzles had now converted into mini streams all around the bus and tiny ones threatened to form as I found water entering through the gaps in the window and within no time, there were puddles of rainwater inside the bus. It was a little irritating but, I was glad that the roof of the bus was not leaking and I did not have to open my umbrella just yet.
The bus stopped at my stop and I was automatically pushed out along with the other people who were all too eager to get home. I opened my umbrella awkwardly jammed amidst the crowd and may or may not have poked someone in the process and be cursed for it. The walk back home was tricky. I had to make sure I do NOT accidentally step into one of the many generous puddles enriched with rainwater and mud because then, the water would seep into my shoes and socks and I would definitely be asked and forced to wash my shoes. No, I am not spoilt rotten, I just don’t like doing something when I know I can avoid it. This all led back to the “game” I played as a kid while my parents bought vegetables at the city market. It’s the one where I would pretend to be in a video game or Mario cart, except anywhere outside the cobblestone of the street was hot, piping lava. Back in the real world, I began stretching my legs and walking on the parts of the road without any puddles. I would have looked an idiot to everyone that might have seen me that day. But, it was a fair price to pay in order to relive my childhood and escape the chore of washing my white shoes that had the potential to
be burned off from lava splashes get dirty and muddy.
I had almost, ALMOST reached home when my neighbour’s car splashed a good chunk of muddy water right into my shoes with such velocity that I regretted the next day ( A Sunday or my holy-sleep-day) that I spent scrubbing off the mud and hoping it magically turns back to its original state.
Was it the price of reliving the glory days of my childhood or the price of the so-called adulthood and self-dependency that I had entered?