Incredible India monthly contest of June by @tanay123 | Photography Contest -3
Hello Everyone.
From Pakistan🇵🇰.
“Do you love rain? What is the reason behind your preference?.”
“Share some of your favorite rain photography.?.”
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Well, I probably haven't captured many photos of the rain because whenever it rains, I forget about everything else and start enjoying it. But still, I tried to capture the rain many times, but whenever I did, I saw the same thing: the sky was looking cloudy, then the ground was looking wet. But capturing a falling drops of rain is difficult. When it rains, I just run onto rooftop and just want to live this moment...But I remember this morning when I went out after finishing college, I saw that it was raining very heavily. It was raining so much that I had forgotten to bring umbrella, so I stood there for a while and watched the rain. Then I took these pictures and I didn't know that I would have to perform in contest with this photos at home.
“Do you have any memories associated with rain? Share how you feel about those memories.”
We have many memories with rain. Whenever I think about rain, I feel very happy because I remember that whenever we talk about childhood, we call it the golden time of life. And then I remember how beautiful the rain looks when it rains during the golden time. I remember that whenever the weather was bad, we used to go out on our bicycles and ride without any worries. And most of the time, we were always at my grandmother's house because during summer vacation, we used to go to my grandmother's house. And when there was rain or a storm, we used to go to a garden on bicycles and play in fields. Then from there, there was a very big tree of jamun and the fruit of the jamun tree would start falling in large quantities due to storm. So, while we were playing in the rain, we would collect a lot of jamun from there and bring them home and eat with the black salt. And there were not only jamun trees there, but also many vineyards. The grapes were very sour. We used to eat them by crushing the pulp and adding salt. I still remember that tart taste in my mouth. I enjoyed it very much. And then when we would come back after cycling, my family would scold us and say, "Why did you go so far?" But we didn't worry about it because those were very beautiful moments.