It’s been raining nonstop for the past
24 hours and feels absolutely wonderful. On days like this I wish for nothing
but a good novel, a bed and my old quilt. To do nothing but laze around while
the gentle pitter pat gives you company is the stuff my heart yearns for. Add a
bit of Ilayaraja’s music in the background and some piping hot chai, and I am
officially in heaven. I don’t have so much on me right now, I am at work but am
thankful that I can see the rain and enjoy its gentle smells, feel the company
of the drops and soak in the constant comfort it brings. The many memories it
coaxes out of me and the many people it reminds me, rain is unparalleled for
evoking nostalgia.
What is it about rains which makes me
long for monsoons every year- is it the fact that life comes to an absolute
standstill when it holds forth, is it the feeling of tranquility it invokes in everything
it touches or is it just another thing to hold onto, one not threatened by
change or confusion? Rains have a wonderful way of making me feel at peace with
myself, just to watch, just to be, just to be a part of something so serene. Every
drop bringing in the same force and fervor, touching everything with the same
passion while ensuring that everyone is a part of it, that everyone is a stake
holder.
Everything about the rains hold promise and beauty throughout its stay, the overcast gloomy clouds which herald it or the green green trees which it leaves in its wake. The cool breeze which sways with the rain drops or the many pretences it washes away. It brings such simple joys and so many myriad thoughts.
Rain. A gregarious friend, a gentle lover, a great companion.
1 comment:
Good one!
PS: I hate wet feet, other than that I love rains ....
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