Enakul iruntha mazhai pozhi – “The Monsoon feel in me”

As I sat on the portico of my old village house; the monsoon rain that fell on my face swept my heart to woo me to a trance/dream. A dream that traveled to great distances of time and place and I etch/fill these pages with memories of those mesmerizing/fascinating/exciting trips

To me the thunder and lightning known for its fearful nature is amazing too. The call of those sounds does not only entice the peacock to dance; my heart too leaps towards loved ones for joyful hugs amidst fear, conveying a beautiful experience that everything is well.

His Majesty (the Rain) arrives in great dignity and grandeur. The conch (thunder) has been blown with the sky dazzling and glowing with lights (of the lightning). It is a stupendous sight to see the lightning in the dark. It seems like even the Sun has surrendered to the ‘seem to be’ of the monsoon. I fancy that the rain has bewitched the sun to shed of its power to radiate; how it mockingly teases the wind to turn chill and cool is something the creator should regard! I long for a feel of those magic droplets to brush on my skin before kissing and mingling with the earth.

I felt offended when I saw those drops fading away from me. Then, I became conscious that we men as just spectators of these special sights. The actual chemistry between the rain and the earth is unfeelable yet describable enough! Nevertheless we are creations of their supernatural/spiritual intimacy. Presume, there is no rain but only water; the poetic verses, split splashes and the color would not have added to that still life. Doesn’t it visit me, you and everyone; dwelling warmly as omnipresent, omnipotent and omniscient in all our hearts? Out of nostalgia; do we not at some stage in our life cry, speak or yearn to be see it. Perhaps he (God) himself knows, it is easier said than done to satisfy man. He who loves to play has established “change” as the only intransient nature in otherwise transient nature of our minds. Somehow man is not snoopy of the libido with which they copulate from time to time; it’s his typical nature to bother about his own carnal desires.
But he revels in the sheer excitement of those showers he is bestowed with. He romanticizes by indulging in creative flamboyance of this warm monsoon in hottest and hippest colors and styles seen in clothes, umbrellas, rainwear and boots. He skillfully builds boats that sinks not in the oceans of water that form muddy pools here and there. Still more, I love to sense those cold buckets filled with rain waters be emptied on my body not only for its precious age old secrets of beauty and wellbeing! but for the exhilarating experience that runs down on me, touching my bone. It’s the time when my tongue lingers on piping hot bajjis and steaming hot cuppas. She absorbs the pouring elixir in her; but also leaves behind some of the nectar for us to quench. There she stays dreamily awaiting for yet another adventure. They arise rejuvenated and they‘ve been kind enough to apply their aftermath on living beings too. They’ve made the breeze pleasant, the air crisper, cleaner and clearer. Hello Reader, hope the dual picture in which the whole narrative of mine revolves around; is beginning to become obvious to you J
Ss zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Ss zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ….. Set out on a trip to experience it and come back as recharged souls!