Its raining and rains always bring back lots of memories.Memories of my childhood infact adult hood also.I used to jump around and run into the house with my wet feet.Mom used always make either pakoras or hot bajjis and fresh coffee for us ( me and my brother ) .I used to be the first one to jump on it.I used to always get scolded for throwing wet clothes all around my room and creating a mess.Rakshith used to tidy up his room often.I never realised the worth of that coffee then but do it today.Its raining here and there is nobody to make me 1 cup of coffee.Its not that i cant make it myself but the time which you spend with your family is what you miss.Dad used to crack his jokes which made us laugh,mom used to invent a reciepe and we were the guinea pigs.Rakshith and me used to fight for silly reasons and then forget it also.I miss those days the most when i sit all by myself today.I know i can never get that time back.How i wish i would have enjoyed a little more ,how i wish i would spend a little more time talking to my parents,how i wish i would have fought a little more with my brother ... i just wish.