Now the weather has changed, it now has a heart, some sympathy for the monsoon revelers (I being one among them). The new atmosphere is promising, an indication of joy, passion, fun, romance, encouragement, just to name a few. It’s a season of love, warm hugs, hot tea, pakode, three fourth pants, slipping off the bike, running onto the terrace to get wet, smell the sweet wet soil, and all wetty stuff you can think of!
It rained this morning! My morning was just perfect. With me crumpled into myself, my hands between my thighs, a shawl hanging precariously off my back, the fan running at its rotational best, I had to force my eyes open and allow my brain to connect to my sense receptors and tell me, “its cold, pal. Really cold.” I force myself off my bed and drive myself lethargically to the balcony to get a feel of what the day has for me (though the city’s weather cannot be forecasted). I saw the best view my eye could capture of the nature for the last one year. It was raining! The soil was wet; the porches were wet, and water kissing down the walls of the big apartments, wet roads, the sun not given its share of pride this morning; water dripping off the leaves of the trees exposing their true greenery, it was picture perfect! I couldn’t help capturing this vivid image onto my camera, images of the vibrant nature at its monsoon best!
All I want to hope for now is that this season stays for as long as possible and sends the right signals to all mankind. I hope that this beautiful phenomenon of nature lives long and keeps filling joy in every heart. I would love to live in a world full of greenery and peace, and everything would be incomplete without the little showers, drizzle, and rain, which I call ‘hydro-bliss’!!
