Singing in the Rain

When I was working in Company X, my colleague and I got stranded in the KTM station. It was late; I was tired and it was pouring dogs and cats.

For no reason whatsoever, I decided not to seek shelter but to dance in the rain. Once again, I was carefree, with not a burden in the world. As I laugh and sang (croak) my colleague stared in utter amazement at to what a loony I could be. It was not before long he was joining me singing and laughing away.

Somewhat it was an amazing experience, not caring about the world as the raindrops wash away the fatigue. By the time the train arrived, we were shivering but laughing away. By the time I arrived home, I was sneezing away. By the time I had a mug of hot coffee, I was reaping the consequence of dancing in the rain.

The next day, I was on medical leave. So was my colleague, who also caught a cold. Life is to be lived and enjoyed, what’s one cold or two, when you can break free from the chain of conformation....

hmmm?