The Ultimate Rain

Have you ever seen a young lad exactly 15 years old, suffering from fever and cold, wearing gray pants and a full-arm which looks like some appendage coming out of a proper t-shirt, running and hopping like the Pink Panther, on the newly laid tar road in Besant Nagar with a violin box tightly gripped in his hands refusing an offer of an auto ride to his house a kilometer away even though completely aware of the fact that it is raining heavily but he does not have an umbrella which would make him wet and would further increase his illness? Well, as a matter of fact, that young boy is me. I had just got down from the bus that it started raining kittens and puppies. What is the use shielding against nature’s H₂O? Having this in mind, I decided to face it. If you could imagine the bullet-time effect of Usain Bolt’s record time run, it would be too fast. The speed of that girl writing with an ink pen in the Vodafone Chhota Recharge would fit perfectly. I reached home only to be greeted with loads and loads of criticism. It all ended with the sound waves of an angry father passing through the ears of his 15 year old son.