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Baarish is a Hindi word which means 'The Rain', about which this story is about. It was summer of 2007 when my family decided to make a trip to a state of India, U.P . We decided to start our tour from Lucknow and then to spend some time in the suburban areas to have a busy life detox. We reached kanpur 2 hours late and were exhausted from our wonderful local train journey, our driver picked us from the station and then we proceeded towards Lucknow through a Jeep ride. I always been a fan of open roof top rides as you can see the roads and the area around you, see it changing it's colors, fashion and evironment. We spend the rest of the day in the hotel relaxing and enjoying the evening breeze in the pool area. Next day we took a whole tour of Lucknow from getting lost in Imambadha , living and imagining the life at the time of the Mugals or ruled by British government to getting lost in the narrow streets of the city, houses so closely made that there is no space for privacy but on the bright side that's what keep them close to each other, they were like a big family living under different roofs but all connected and Happy. We sat on a horse cart and saw the infrastructures made at the times of Mugals but the most interesting part of the day was that I saw a tree, actually a small plant growing in the middle of a concrete road , we can find many metaphors of life in a very simple things. We also went to the zoo and enjoyed all kinds of street foods for which Lucknow is famous for, it was drizzling at that time but we didn't mind, after roaming around in scorching sun the whole day, it was a kind of a relief. Whole scene of the street changed when it started raining, it was getting dark and in the street lights the city was shining through the rain as we headed towards our next destination. We were all wet and cold from the rain as there was no roof on the Jeep we had to sit there for 1 hour as we passed from urban to subarban in the dark. We had booked a house in a village area to experience the life in such areas. When we reached there we were received by the owners and then we directly headed towards the bed after Changing. In the middle of the night someone started thumping the door continuously, as we were in such area we all got scared that it might be some goons but after several minutes we opened the door and found a man holding a gun who was fully drank. He started to talk and was babbling about how our trip and stay is going, it was clear that he was high too, we didn't know what his intentions was so our elders moved us out through the back door and asked to find some help. I and my sister went to the bunch of mud houses near by in the rain and explained the whole situation to an elderly lady, her air was all authority she asked us to stay at her house for the night and said that her sons will take care of the rest, I and my sister did the same and slept in a rope bed together. When we woke up next morning, we directly ran towards the house and found almost whole village there drinking Chai with our elders and repeatedly asking for forgiveness for the inconvenience we had to face the last night, that person was family of the owner's and didn't like us staying there so he was very upset about it. All was forgiven and our rest of the visit was filled with roaming in the fields, swimming in the lakes. We also went to each house of that village to thank them and they welcomed us with open hearts and lots of local foods. It was a memorable trip full of highs and lows, sunny and rain.