Thunderstorms and Coffee Conversations

Republished from old blog coz someone insisted :)

It was a rain holiday. A big surprise as in the city I live, rain itself is a surprise.
I was stuck in my apartment with two of my room mates. There was no electricity and we could not get out of the house. A room mate prophesied that it was going to be a terribly dull day. But it was a day of rediscovering forgotten pleasures.
I realized that lying in bed with a good book , while listening to the rain is one of the best feelings in the world.
I discovered that when you cant get to the supermarket, and you have to dish up lunch with leftovers, cooking becomes a lot more fun.
I discovered that dancing in the rain with your roomie, singing corny Hindi songs terribly off-tune, gives you a high.(Even as the other roomie screamed from the window, that when we die of pneumonia we would we regret not listening to her)
I discovered the simple delight in yakking with roomies over a cup of coffee and laughing over the mad things we did in college.
The next day the sun shone gloriously. It was back to office and hectic schedules. All denuded joys have been put away for another rainy day.