"It wasn’t just rain. It was a feeling — of wet socks, muddy roads, and paper boats that carried our dreams." There’s something deeply emotional about a rainy day — especially when you’ve lived your school years in India. Even today, as I sip hot tea near my window, watching the raindrops race down the glass, I’m transported back to those innocent days of school uniforms and soggy shoes . As the rain hits the windowpane, I sip on this masala chai, and childhood floods back — paper boats, muddy puddles, and laughter that echoed in school corridors. ☔ School Days in the Rain: Wet Shoes, Warm Hearts I still remember those mornings when the rain would start just when we were about to leave for school . We'd run under mom’s dupatta, trying to dodge the drops. Forgetting umbrellas, we secretly enjoyed getting wet. The school corridors smelled of wet bags and muddy socks. Everyone was annoyed, but also strangely excited. There was always that one friend who...
Honest reflections on emotions, regrets, healing, and the quiet growth in between. This is where I share what’s real — the raw thoughts behind the smile.