Some things stay better when left incomplete

The weather in M.P is all cool due to heavy downpour and I can't be more thankful to God about it. It is a welcoming change except for the ' no electricity when it rains' which is a part of the package. Yesterday night as I sat by the window of my room I could not stop myself from thinking of the different lives that people live in different places. Often when you move by a place and you are inside a train, you get to see villages and you can't stop yourself from thinking how the place looks like when it rains there. There comes a sense of longing with it. To be united with nature. I always wondered how the places might be which are just next to a railway track. And today i stay in a house which is right next to it. It is no different. With the trains often passing by it,it just helps one feel that one too is a part of the journey. The wheels, the horn of the train makes the experience so lively and the rain that accompanies it often, is so equal for all of us. The rain, the sun, the moon, this nature. All so equal. Getting wet in rain seems so tempting but the choice is definitely not reliable because the ratification is a little painful. But these thoughts helped me pass my time yesterday. I have looked for this isolation in city streets. I was lucky enough to find it. I got this isolation in this solitary place and it gives me peace. My life with my mother here is a little disorderly for I and her are two different generations altogether. Not just that ; we understand lives differently. We accept it differently and that often ends up in bad fights between us. But that is not it. There is so much more. The way she conducts herself I respect her for that. And this rain yesterday made me ponder whether my mother too thought about her mother the way I think of her now. Or the way i thought of her yesterday by the window when it rained. Did she too think of rain like this when she was of my age? Was she too pained and made upset by a sense of such longing? I guess i will never know. Even if I ask her, I will never get the totality of her past experience in her oral history. And better so. Some things stay better when left incomplete.