Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head...

Alright, now this is going to seem a rather strange topic for most people reading this entry. This post is solely going to be dedicated as a tribute to the first and true love of my short and unmeaningful life: Umbrellas. I love umbrellas, I really really love umbrellas. Why umbrellas one would ask. Its a rather simple explanation actually. Umbrellas make me feel secure. They make me feel safe. They protect you from the rain. When you've just come out of somewhere and its pouring (not raining or drizzling, but pouring like it does in the month of July in Mumbai), you get under your very own umbrella and you see everything around you is completely wet and dripping, but your hair and most of your body is dry, its a lovely feeling.

When I was a child I remember getting all the umbrellas in the house on my living room carpet, opening them up and joining them together to make a small house. The only thing I used to do in this 'Umbrella House' was sit in it and look at the colourful reflections of the colourful umbrella patterns in the sunlight. My grandma always screamed at me when I built the Umbrella House saying that it was bad luck to open umbrellas indoors but my mother always let me be saying that it would keep me occupied, atleast for a while and would keep me out of trouble, which it did, by the way.

Umbrellas are like my security blanket. (By the way what exactly is a security blanket? People in books seem to have them all the time?) When I was younger, the umbrella pattern and colour mattered a lot to me. It was always some sort of unofficial competition in school for the best umbrella. This girl I knew had one of those cool transparent plastic umbrellas that were not sold in India at that time that her aunt had got for her from America. I'm sure she didnt know how much I hated her from that umbrella. It was beautiful, fluorecent green and transparent. It used to be my fantasy umbrella. Oh, the sheer number of hours I have spent contemplating over that beautiful umbrella! Now, I have a plain browish small foldable umbrella that I love. I love wrapping my umbrella after it has dried: folding it up neatly, making the metal things go inside the handle, wrapping it properly around the pleats and voilà its ready to be put in my bag.