One Rainy Day....

Rainy days are always sweet and memorable, it always takes me back to my child hood. After settling in Delhi one of the most missing thing in my life is rain. I still remember those days...... When I am studying in my primary school I always goes school with my elder brother who was studying in high school. Our school waslocated small town called Perla, reason behind we call it 'town' because of it had a facility of well built High school and all other government offices like, Post office, Village office, Panchayat office, Bust stand and Government hospital villagers prefers to call it Dharmaspatre, if you can translate this word by word it from 'tulu' means 'Free Hospital', because here medicines are available free of cost.

When ever I remember this 'Dharmaspatre' two things comes in front of my eyes, one is red coloured liquid and another is violet coloured powder, these two medicines are common medicine for all sickness. In monsoon cold and fevers are common villages, every day on the way to school it's common site villagers carrying this red (Pinkish red) coloured liquid in bottle I am really wonder about how this medicine works because for fever, cough, cold etc. they will give same liquid. Just looking patients face doctor diagnosis, as soon as compounder get order from the Doctor he fills three days quota to patients bottle from huge can kept inside medicine room and says come again after three days but nobody returns after three days that was such a wonderful medicine. Other 'Purple Coloured' powder is for skin infection.

To reach my school I have to walk One Mile (I don't want to use Kilometer here) I left the house around 8:30 in the morning and reaches school around 9:15. I Always goes school with my elder brother who was studying in high school because he had a capacity to protect me from heavy rain and wind which is common on the way. There was no school uniform on those so we have freedom to wear, A cotton bag was sling over our shoulder, it contains one Black slate, Stick to write, Kannada Patavali (Kannada Text book), One Copy book, Pencil and a old razor to sharpen it, but still my high school I never get permit to keep this on my bag as a precautionary method. After collecting all these things I left school with great sorrow (because I never like school) holding umbrella in one hand and brothers hand in another hand.

This was starting point of our journey, to reach the destination we have to cross many natural elements because as soon as we left our house we have to ascend many steps to reach the small passage way which passes through beetle nut plantation. These steps are very risky because as soon as monsoon comes a small tiny plants starts to grow over these steps and it was very slippery. As soon as we reaches the passage between the beetle nut plants the whole passage was slippery due to muddy water and when we put steps with great caution to avoid slipping suddenly a large frogs jumps over the way. As soon as we reaches to the end of plantation then there we have to cross bridge made out of beetle nut trees. We have to cross it great cautiously we never look under our feet because red coloured rainy water rushing underneath. As soon as we cross bridge we reaches to the plain it it was called 'Adka' in Tulu. In this region we get little more freedom because there was no need to hold brothers hand here. we can walk as you like style, I always like to splash the water using both feet, some time it leads to fell over the ground but never mind I always like take risk on my life (?). After crossing this stage there was steep ascend ahead we can easily crosses this stage but only enemy on these region is rainy wind in case wind starts it's very difficult to control our umbrellas some time it starts to fly, some time it needs brother's support to stand straight. As soon as we cross this stage we crossed half of the way and after word only plains no trees . If wind permits then we can easily crosses these ways and reaches the school.