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The rhythmic pounding of the rain on the metal roof reminded me of a metronome, very soft and elegant. I always enjoyed the dark and gloomy weather. I enjoyed the booming sound of thunder. I enjoyed how lightning used to glitter in my eyes. I enjoyed when water out of nowhere fell down just like a big shower. I used to look out of the window, how water patted on the window glass forming little beads and how those little beads raced mixing with one another.

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Living in Kathmandu I am quite accustomed to the dug ditches and puddles. So, whenever it rained, all the roads near my house used to flood. I used to watch other kids play in the rain, walking barefoot on the accumulated water, dancing till their feet eroded the earth’s crust. And I, I used to observe, I watched how beautifully those little droplets mixed with the surface water.

Rain always had its rhythm, its pattern. It had its own way of expressing itself. Rain always tried to question life, rain questioned our existence. The journey of the rainwater that turned into the water in the flooded road always has a message to tell. We all live in a small space, actually, we are all given small spaces. But some people create their own bigger space while others get mixed just like rain with the lake.
And their existence is merely a skin coated skeleton which does not have its own identity, who live under others name, who fit in others’ spaces. And it’s up to us how much we can extend ourselves, how much we can explore ourselves.

And their existence is merely a skin coated skeleton which does not have its own identity, who live under others name, who fit in others’ spaces. And it’s up to us how much we can extend ourselves, how much we can explore ourselves.

The sound that rain makes is just like an alarm, it’s there to remind us about our spaces, it’s there to make us think. And that alarm is “Rhythm of droplets”

Cover Image credit: Pratakshya Bhandari

 

Marching!

 

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