“Hey it’s raining”, I announced to my kiddo.
“It’s time to splash and have some fun, because monsoons are joyous times and makes childhood memorable. We love the smell of wet mud, and sail paper boats in water puddles. Or maybe we could play football in the rain. How about sharing that single umbrella and taking a walk down the lane, jumping into every puddle we comes across? Let’s spot a rainbow as the sun peeps through the clouds or step outside to open our arms and dance with glee. Its monsoon time and let’s be silly and do childish things.”
Alas, this is all nothing but wishful thinking!!!!
Come monsoons, and every year, hundreds of cases of dengue are reported across India. The most notorious numbers were reported in Delhi last year. The National Capital saw over 15,000 cases in 2015, by far the capital’s worst outbreak in recent years. The year also saw a high mortality rate for dengue with 38 deaths. And among those inflicted with this deadly virus last year, were my two little girls. Luckily, they fought the virus back and turned out recovered pretty soon. Yet, that fear lurks in me that things could have got worse.
I sometimes feel sorry for the children of today. Not only are they heavily burdened with activities and academics, the outdoor activities also seem to have reduced due to the fear of falling ill. We today live in cities that are populated, and the environment may not entirely be healthy for an active mind and growing body. Children today are bereft of these simple pleasures of monsoon showers.
As a young girl, years back, I would love the monsoons. I would listen to their sound, watch the water lashing on the pavement and smell the wet mud. I would run out with my friends once the rain stopped, armed with paper boats. We would jump on puddles splashing water on each other. No longer would I be able to give my daughter a childhood such as this. I would think a hundred times before I could let my little one, float that paper boat in the tiny muddy stream by the roadside. I would hesitate to let her jump in puddles…
Small joys of monsoon robbed?