Rain or Happiness? You decide

Rains always bring with them a feeling of joy. The blast of colours from behind the screens laced with water droplets, caught my attention this Saturday evening as I drove around the city enjoying the rains that came early to Delhi this year.

Rain colour

A cup of coffee

This young boy and his enigmatic smile left me warm and smiling. He was selling gajras (small flower strings usually worn by women in their hair) on one of the busiest traffic signals of Delhi. With the rains bringing the temperatures down considerably, he was busy singing and splashing water in a huge pothole in the middle of the road. When he caught my eye, looking at him and smiling, he rushed to my window, smiled his big happy smile and asked me to click his photograph. After I obliged he asked me to buy some gajras as well. I, of course, could not say no to that smile. So I came home with the fragrance of rain infused with the fragrance of the white flowers.

White and the brilliant smile

Offering me beautiful flowers, with that brilliant smile

He made experiencing the rains better

Traffic Signal with a Difference

STOP!
Wait.
Go...!

My Sparkling Wet Delhi

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I took these photos a few days ago. I simply love the way the lights of cars, buses etc twinkle when it rains. My sparkling wet Delhi in my rearview mirror.

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Magnanimity

It is no secret that I like children and flowers. But children as young as these selling flowers on the traffic signals is not what I want to see. I would rather have these children studying, playing and singing.

I met these two the other day as I was fiddling with the camera on my phone. The boy was urging me to buy the roses but I refused as encouraging them seems a bad idea in the long run. The boy asked me if I could click his photograph. Ever ready to oblige I clicked the photo. When I showed both of them their photo you should have seen them smile. I pulled and then patted his cheeks.

After this the boy plucked a flower from his bunch and gave it to me saying, "Didi, yeh aap rakh lo. Free mein." (Elder Sister, you can keep this one for free.) I was left speechless and before I could thank him for his magnanimity, he was back to work - trying to convince other drivers to buy his flowers.

Nanhe Phool (Little Flowers)

Its a lovely, romantic weather in Delhi, and I had none other than 'Nanhe'(or the youngest one) asking me to buy red roses. He stands at the traffic light crossing and when ever the signal turns red, he goes from car to car pitching his red buds at minimal prices. I often buy these almost dying flowers on my way to office or back home. Not for the flowers, since I believe roses are over-rated, but just to have a little chat with the likes of Nanhe.