A Piece of Tin
It was a piece of rusted tin, originally white in color, used to cover the back of AC. Whenever the rain would start to fall the entire tin would come to life with the pattering raindrops. Many a times, sound asleep, I would wake up hearing the falling rain drops. At that time my imagination would take me to the soaked streets of London – resounding with the horses’ hoofs. I had watched that scene several times in the Sherlock Holmes series. That sound of pouring raindrops on the tin shed would also take me to Nathiagali and those small huts with tilted tin roofs.
The tin piece – that had unintentionally become so dear to me has gone. Times have been changed, the told AC had to be replaced, the tin shed wasn’t needed any longer and now when the rain hugs the thirsty ground at night – I don’t wake up from the slumber with a smile, thinking that… it’s raining!
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