I like rainy days.

I like rainy days, mostly because it feels like rest. Back in school, rainy days meant tuning into the local news channels, skimming through each one, pausing for no more than 15 seconds to see if the news reporter would put an end to our early anticipation, speed walking at six o clock in the morning. Today as I write this, I’m in college, sitting in class on a gloomy day, aching for a bowl of hot Maggi with chilli to bring in an element of contrast to the taste buds and visuals, lattes and a tv box that turns on to play my favourite episode of gravity falls.

I like Octobers, but in my head, I view it through the lens of crisp leaves and orange trees and chilly blows of wind that my city has never possessed in its locket. I admit I romanticise life a lot. However, this is the one aspect of my reality that I don’t mind being different from the embellishments I give it in my mind. In Chennai, instead of falling leaves and scarf weather, there’s monsoon. It usually lasts till the end of the year giving us moments of melancholic peace, cosy silence, and slow defrosting of the holiday spirit.

Monsoon embodies the album evermore, so perfectly capturing the transitioning tipsy of the weather. Grey, cloudy skies, abandoning any ounce of decisiveness and embracing the interia in the air. To me, this is a yearly reminder to pause- to pause and take it one day at a time which is especially imperative to keep in mind during the ambitiously bustling fall semester, all while channelling our inner Rory Gilmore. And on that note, happy season of stockings and sweaters, fog and fireplaces, embraces and cuddles, pieces of vinyl and Taylor Swift and of course, rest. Happy fall :)