This article is part of The Ascent Summer Program 2020
By Pritha Nag
Splish splash. The rain banging against the floor and bouncing back up creating small pools of water that ripple against the wet cement ground. The water is loudly banging against my window as I longingly lookout. My first monsoon in India. I love the feeling of rain. It’s always reminded me of the rainy days that I was so used to in London. I love waking up to a gloomy Saturday morning, with the rain pattering hard against the window, or falling asleep with the gentle patter of water against the window with the curtains loosely shut. Today the rain is harder than usual, making shrill noises against the floor and the wind howling against the trees swaying aggressively.
My sister enters the room, looking outside the window along with me. “I wish I could go out”, she sighs. It’s not that I wouldn’t want to go in the rain I just would much rather watch it than be out in it. I don’t want my clothes to get drenched, my hair and my whole body. I just nod back at my sister. She disappears for a few moments, and then quickly returns. “We can go!” she squeals. “What?” I exclaim. “Um, no.” My sister looks at me and she gives me a look that I know is going to make me feel bad. “Please! We really won’t get to do this again.” I sigh in and decide that I’ll go down but I won’t leave the shade that will cover me from the loud downpour. My sister rushes down, and I can’t help but feel a little excited.
I reach downstairs, and cautiously step out. The rain is still pattering very hard, but it won’t be long until the pattering starts to wither down. My sister runs out in the rain and runs to the very back. The back doesn’t have any shade, I think to myself. But as I peer back it actually looks fun. It doesn’t look like it would matter too much if I wet my hair or my pyjamas. It just looks like it would be fun and that’s it. Maybe this is what people mean by living in the moment. So I cautiously step into the rain shivering and muttering to myself “It’s so cold, it’s so cold.” I finally find my sister and she looks like she’s having a blast. I join her in jumping in the rain, at first reluctantly and slowly, but I start enjoying it so much that I’m having a blast. I’m jumping up and down, spinning around, splashing around and drenched. I’m smiling so much my face hurts, and I stick my tongue out and taste the rain. I close my eyes and turn my head up to the rain.
And it’s in that moment where I’m truly having the most fun. Making the most of whatever I have, and enjoying it to the fullest.
Every monsoon that’s followed my sister and I have gone down and gotten drenched in the heavy downpour. Each time that followed I’ve enjoyed even more than the previous. Although it was in that first moment, the first time I stepped into the heavy monsoon rains. It made me realise that I didn’t always need to be so reluctant towards everything. I realised that I didn’t need much except to keep doing and trying new things that I wouldn’t want to do. Otherwise, how are we supposed to grow?