Do you realize?

Its just another day...you wake up in the morning..not ready to leave the bed..you look outside the window..its raining.."Good,I can doze off for another five minutes"..you turn on your sides and go back to sleep... there's a smile on your face.

Some forty minutes later you jump up on your bed..."Damn, I'm so late!"...you raise a hue and cry making people all over the house run after you...giving you this...fetching you that...getting your bathwater ready...ironing your dress..polishing your shoes...and when again you are shovelling down a bit of a toast down your mouth,pacing up and down the dining space with the coffee mug in one hand and brandishing the fork like a sword in the other,you glance out of the window..its still raining...you smile again..while emptying the coffee mug.

You are out on the road..standing under the shed of a half-opened shop...waiting for that always-late-bus to come...gazing intently at this bird on the electric wire when you see these two girls,sharing one umbrella...giggling away like crazy...while their salwars get wet as they step into the puddle quite knowingly...suddenly the bus arrives...you board the bus and take a last look at the girls...and as the conductor shows you your seat...you smile.

The bus travels through the city...you look out of the window...rain drops dripping down the window pane...office goers with a black coloured bag under their arm and frown on their face...forbidding- looking aunties with their buns,sarees held up in one hand and an umbrella in the other...school- going kids splashing happily on the puddles in the footpath...a Boudi in the balcony,trying to save the already- wet clothes as the rain decides to descend one more time with new vigour...the taxis on the road getting drenched as if the Creator has created this yellow coloured creature for this only...the families on the footpath,with a blue-coloured tarpaulin for roof and no expression on their face...a little child standing at the zebra crossing,holding his Grandfather's hand...gaping at something, with his mouth wide open, on the road..a croaking frog may be...a few moving cars here and there..a boy and a girl under an umbrella reminding you of Raj Kapoor and Nargis...some trees with rain washed leaves and suddenly the conductor starts shouting...and you realize he is shouting at you to get down...

Do you realize.... that you've been smiling all this while?