So finally, it rained
yesterday, bringing in the monsoon for the city. I was sitting in my bedroom
chatting with a friend on g-talk and suddenly heard something roaring outside,
of course it were the clouds. Noise that rain drops made on the shed in the
balcony sounded like symphony to the ears, cool breeze swung open the door and
greeted me; I almost felt like hugging it, but alas, have you ever seen wind
staying at a place for more than a second, I guess never. I thought, so be it,
at least it came and met me (although not suitably).
It had become so dark at
6 in the evening that it nearly felt like night. I got outside in the balcony
and cursed the instance when I had decided to cover it with a shed, this way I
could only hear the noise of the raindrops but couldn't have the feel
of it. The earthy smell of first rain is very sweet and it fills your senses
with utter pleasure; a pleasure that is indescribable. It wasn't only
I who was pleased because of the sudden breakdown of the clouds…the trees,
plants and the birds too were in a joyous frame of mind, it seemed. Rain makes
everything look clearer; the green is more green, the blue is more blue…even
the black is pure after coming in contact with it! The fact that it’s transparent
draws me towards it more; everything becomes crystal clear through it.
Just a few days ago I
was anticipating monsoon, and when it arrived I did not know how to welcome it.
May be that’s how life brings happiness to us, in a very unexpected way, we are
waiting for it our whole life long and when it actually knocks at our doors, we
are clueless about what to do with it; we are not actually enjoying that it
came our way but are worried as to how to make it stay forever. And in this
process that very moment is lost; it’s gone with the wind, only to come back
after a lifelong wait.
Uh! Did I distract you
from the main theme…just to remind you its rain that we are talking
about. Back to from where we started.
Never understood why
people call rainy days gloomy, where for me they are so colorful-filled with
lots of greens and yellows. They fill me up with sheer nostalgia from the days
of childhood, the carefree days where rain meant a day off from school and
spent at home playing in the rain. I used to love making boats with paper and
seeing them sail in the clogged water with the help of blowing wind. Leaving
behind its traces, the rain would be gone the next morning with the paper boats
there, jammed in the mud. In the later years, walking in the rain, soaking in
the sweet earthy fragrance and feeling the wind pass by became the most
favorite hobby. Rain is also a significant symbol of homecoming-the birds
fly back to their nests, the animals seek for a shelter and the humans come
back to their homes. With that I want to share something personal, for me the
most content feeling is when my whole family is around in the warmth of my
home, safe and sound, while the rain storms the world outside. I feel calmed, I
feel happy and I feel contented by the proximity of the family members- that’s
what rains do to you, bring you closer and that is probably why they can never
be gloomy for me.
It’s been more than a
month since I started writing this post, and when am on the verge of finishing
it, it’s still raining.
Times have changed; I no
more make paper boats. Now, I sit by my window, completely ensnared by the
beauty of rain, savoring and admiring it…the incredibly gauzy rain!
