The Wet Newspaper
Waking up to rains in the morning is nothing less than a dream come true for a rain lover like me and no I’m not exaggerating even a bit there. Especially in the months of July where I get desperate to see it pour, it feels like waking up in heaven after having gone to sleep on this planet a few hours before. However, all through my growing-up years, the only thing that succeeded in spoiling my mood as I stepped out in my balcony was the sight of a wet newspaper. It was akin to stepping on a pile of dung right at the gate of heaven. Now you’d think that’s an extreme reaction for something that is on my doorstep every day, right? Let me tell you why that extreme emotion. For years, the newspaper meant the world to me. I began my day reading it. Anything could change in my world but this little bit about the beginning of my day wouldn’t. On days when it would rain and I would have to wait for hours to get to read the dry newspaper, I would grow mad in my head. On many occasions, ...
