The Converted Pluviophile

I hated rains.

The thought of going to school in my school auto rickshaw with rains banging on the roof, and my school uniform and shoes being wet, would make me teary. I would have a dark cloud looming on my head when I joined high school and I had to drive my two wheeler in pouring rains. Muddy waters splashing on me, my jeans getting ruined, my feet getting soiled, ruined any idea of relating any excitement to monsoon. Driving with glasses was even worse and made me long for teeny, tiny wipers in front of my face.

Then I joined college and my fight with rains got worse. I got admitted into my Engineering college in Lonavala and started my first semester during the peak of monsoons. For the uninitiated, Lonavala is in Western Ghats(mountain range)between Mumbai and Pune and is considered a hill station thanks to its height and cooler climate zone.  It is built as a resort town and my college is built on layers of hills where the Engineering building was on top of the hill and girl’s dorms and cafeteria were on the bottom. Great.

My introduction to the college was on a day where rains were raging a particularly bad fight against me and it remained the same for June to September, every year. Trudging along the road with the torrential rain on your face and back, in a parka(hey, raincoats were for kids and so not trendy!) was not something I looked forward to every day. An umbrella in that wind was like using a pencil to ward off a lion attack. The worst was sitting for class in dripping wet jeans that would form a puddle under the seat. There would be fights about keeping the ceiling fan on or off because half the class would be warm, and the rest, including me, would be cold.

The dorm rooms would be the worst. Every year when the semester would start in July, during the monsoon, we would be back to damp rooms that felt bone chillingly cold and smelled of mold. The lack of laundry facilities meant that we would have to arrange makeshift clotheslines in the rooms and hang our battle equipment aka clothes and parkas on them to attempt any sort of wetness reduction. I would join college and, thanks to the dampness and mold, I would fall really sick and would end up missing a week or two due to flu. Every single year. Again, stepping out for dinner meant braving those rains and a new set of clothes getting wet. Rinse, repeat.

And then it changed. How did it change, I am not entirely sure. Now, when I think of my days in Lonavala, I don’t see me fighting back. I don’t see the raging wet war and I don’t see the tears in my eyes when I hated the cold and dampness.

Every time when I even hear the name of the town ‘Lonavala’, I get this sense of wet fragrance. I feel I can smell the freshly showered plants and earth. I can see the drops falling on my face and covering my eyelashes. I can feel the moist breeze against my skin and I can almost feel my nose turning red from the cold. All my eyes can see is the vast expanse of lush green mountains with the pond that would fill up to the brim and have swaying tiny yellow flowers dotting the water’s edge. This view was right in front of the dorm. I see us, almost 13-15 young adults, hiking along a narrow stream trying to reach a hidden gem of a waterfall. I almost can feel Hazra giving me a hand to climb on the rocks, Shete pulling the hood of my bright red parka to annoy me, or Ani making fun of my black giant raincoat with side zips looking like a superhero cape, that I got over getting embarrassed off and embraced it whole-heartedly, when I would be the only dry person in class. 🙂 I remember jumping into the puddles with my friend SP and splashing around like a pair of toddlers.


View from the dorms in Lonavala…


I still get this image of me sitting next to the date-like-person at that time, on the benches overlooking the cliffs, and feeling the drops on our brows. I remember the kisses I shared, surrounded by dripping trees, or overflowing dams and lakes or bright green cliff-sides. Heck, I am guilty of using the rains, as my wingman, to put it in the nicest possible way. 😉

After I moved to the USA, my first December here was spent in splashing around in the puddles with my friends, getting drenched on the beach and wearing 3 wet sweaters afterwards and having hot soup. The next favorite rainy memory in US is the evening of Angel’s landing hike during my Utah camping trip in 2015. It was wet, cold, annoying, yet amazing.


Post spring 2010, California entered a state of perpetual drought where rains have eluded us since the last 5 years. Even the promise of a very stormy El Nino with dangers of floods has so far been empty.  The little rain we have had has been so sporadic that the longing I feel is almost like….. siggghhhh

I wanted to spend a rainy day with the xBF picnicking on a Torrey Pines hike or walking around in the drizzle at Point Loma, before he left. What do I even say now about that.


For a person who hated rains, I have turned into someone who can’t tear away the romantic mystique from clouds and showers. Even if it’s cuddling in the bed under my giant comforter staring out of the glass panes covered in droplets, or it is driving around with wipers turned on at full speed, I have a smile on my face. Mind you, I absolutely love the sun and the warmth that it radiates on my skin. I love the brightness and the freedom that a sunny day brings to have an amazing time at the beach and in minimal clothing. Yet, I can’t wait for a wet season again in California and I will continue waiting with baited breath. I may or may not have someone to share the mysticism with. I may or may not have my bunch of friends who will do crazy things when it’s pouring. But I know that I will have me to soak it all up.

The foe has finally become the friend.

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Bhakti, this was going to be a comment on your post Ephemeral, to tell you about my love-hate relationship with rain. I almost finished typing it out before I decided to post it as a response instead of hijacking your comment section. And guess what? It’s raining outside. 🙂



16 thoughts on “The Converted Pluviophile

  1. Does your conversion have to do something with the fact that you no longer have to deal with broken mudfy roads and access to heated rooms? I find rains extremely annoying in India because of the roads and seqages overflowing but once I am in a developed country because my suffering lessens, I don’t tend to find it as annoying.


    • I will not put that beyond the realm of possibility. 🙂 It does get yucky in Pune when commute or getting chores done is involved. And I hate my feet wet and soiled.
      But from what I recall, my last year in Lonavala wasn’t spent hating the rain at all. I think I had figured out the way to enjoy them. There was occasional(more than that) annoyance when we had to travel in the local trains and that’s ALWAYS disgusting when wet. But the fun we had, beats everything. So much so, that when any memory of Lonavala is invoked, my first thought is of lush green wet hills and that bheeni bheeni mehak.


  2. 😀 I don’t know why but I got a little teary eyed even though I was smiling all along. This post brought back lots (and lots)of memories. Which I can ( and will) write in another post because it will be pretty long 😀
    This is one of my favourite posts here ^-^
    We went to Tamhini Ghat on one Sunday in August,a couple of years ago,with a few of my college friends. God,that day remains the best day in my college life. And even my college is kind of on a hill,a small hill but a hill.And we can see the Sinhagad Wadgaon Campus and even our backyard Millennial ka campus covered with greenery. ❤

    P.S: I just noticed how when I replied to Mi about the rain,it started raining here and when you commented on my post,it started raining there 😀


    • Thank you, sweets! There are so many more memories that it’s almost impossible to write everything down without crying my eyes out. I have such vivid Bhushi Dam and Pavna Dam and Lion’s point experiences with my buddies and the exes. ❤


      • I know right! Only at such times,I realise how awesome it would be to have something of a recorder in our eyes that would be attached to some SD card in our brains to store all the memories so that we could just connect it to some device and watch all of those nice moments!
        Oh and of course the choice to delete the not so good memories! 😆
        Lion’s point is in Lonavla right ?
        Will you believe me if I say that I still haven’t been to Lonavla OR khandala! 🙈🙈 Should be able to go at least this monsoons!


  3. As much as I look forward to the monsoon every summer, I do get worked up when I think about reaching office drenched or getting back home in the pouring rain, with an office laptop to lug along, with which we have to be oh so careful! :-/ But in summer all I pray is for it to rain. I get depressed seeing the dry and dusty roads and all the dust that gets settled on the leaves and trees. 😦 It’s a cyclic pattern with me, keeps repeating.


    • I agree with you sort of. It’s a cycle of ‘ohhh awesome! All green!!’ To ‘eww there is kichad on my toes!!’ But I think because of the comforts here, I have started enjoying it. I will also blame/dedicate this conversion to my friends for making monsoon so fun.


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