January 16, 2002

Rain

It rained yesterday...... And then I realised how much I missed it. Rain back home is something special. You just cannot understand the beauty of it where I am right now.

They come over in hordes the clouds....... With a heavy heart...... dark thoughts, secrets, of the oceans.... deserts and the lands its crosses....... blessings of the people they fell on... ire and prayers of others........ Can see them from the distance...... on the horizon...... dark and beautiful....... raising the dust with the first few drops..... the earthly smell rises..... falls on the eyes and lips...... moist....... wet......puddles form..... little muddy streams run... crisscrossing each other..........travel back in time..... as children splash in the pools and a thousand thoughts lash the mind..... it is over now...... quiet....... the last few drops fall off the leaves... the sound it makes....... Nostalgia.... images.......thoughts........

Why is rain so special? After all it is just drops of water falling from the sky. Like people and relationships.... rain also comes...... exhilarates you......drenches you... romance..... attachment... but all that is left in a while is silence.... And we the faithful wait for the next storm to come our way......

Last year, was in Indore for a while... on my annual sabbatical...... Place where I was staying was in the middle of an old field, flanked by mountains in the distance.... it started drizzling and Kishore Kumar was playing in the background. Was beautiful, even mystical -- in the sense that it was so ordinary, but now so rare too..... The song was Rim Jhim Gire Saawan. It precisely summed up the mood and the sight that i experienced at that time.

In shut down mode now... Reasons are not so simple.... Let us say precautionary it is. Am sure what is coming my way is not nice. Got to brace for it.

EoF