Singin’ In The Rain, and a perfect afternoon. I am not sure if there was a perfect afternoon,where I live.The month of June is anything but pleasant.It has been raining almost every day.It’s cold,so much so,I sometimes forget if it is summer or fall. That is beside the point,inside it is toasty warm. I have to turn up the heat instead of the air conditioner.This is the situation here.
I will go back when I was in Comilla.We had a lot of pleasant rainy afternoons. I remember once, my younger siblings and I decided to go out to watch a movie.Mom was at home,busy with housework,four of us quietly went out of the house.We took a rickshaw,and were on our way to the movie hall.I don’t remember what we watched,Mom had no idea where we went. On our way back the street leading to our house was uneven,there were puddles everywhere,the rickshaw driver lost his balance.Four of us fell out on the street and were completely drenched. We came into the house,Mom saw us,she thought we were playing in the rain.We pretended that’s how we were wet. We had fun,loads of fun.We couldn’t tell Mom what we were up to.
We didn’t sing in the rain,we certainly were wet in the rain.