THE ADVENT OF MONSOONS...
The summer...and its fury...so unbearable is its wrath.. coming down on every kind of life that exists on the face of the earth. The cracked lands, the evaporating water bodies, the troubled animals seem to wait to discard their furry skins..and the plants breathing their last..
Death in its various forms....
Life turns lifeless..The summers have defeated it all n taken over everything alive and dead... The irritating trickles of sweat running down the spines and the charred appearances so scary..The loss of vigour and the forced surrender to the blazing and burning Sun God...
In the times of submission like these, where it is difficult to imagine and hope for transformations for good ... the winds change direction and seem to forget their hostility..they are not the same this time ..they have lost the heat now and seem to carry packets of moisture laden air...they come speeding to get the dead back to life..to make it all rise..all that had fallen and failed to believe in its power of existence...
And then it strikes..the lightning..blinding the eyes..and backed by the loud and frightening thunder. Accompanied by the winds ..spread the clouds and conquer the skies once clear and blue. Clouds ..all dark and heavy with the cure to all the illnesses of the world affected by the scorching heat..
The environs turn grey ..and the winds blow past the sweating bodies to cool them down and gift them gooseflesh..the trees dance in excitement and wait eagerly to welcome ...’the monsoons’..
The season of rebirth has stepped in to revive it all..the clouds rule n winds leave no life untouched..
And then ..it begins to drizzle and finally the clouds, unable to hold it any longer give way...its raining....
The aroma of the wet earth now mixed with the breeze runs helter skelter..the waters so refreshing keep bathing the dry earth..satisfying its thirst of years as if.The waters gush down to every nook and cranny in small streams and gets collected in pools and puddles..
Monsoons ..have been a great time in my life since childhood..and they still remain strong and magnetic enough..to keep me mesmerized..
The rains...the first drop of it..gets back to life all the memories of mine,as a kid. They mean not only the cool winds, the heavy torrents, the thunder and lightning..but..it also means the scented earth, the freshness of flowers and the budding greens..the once cracked lands now giving birth to grass blades and abundance of water..
Monsoons ..not only mean..umbrellas and raincoats ,power cuts and disruption..but ..it also means ..paper boats .. and drenched children madly trying to win the boat race...the rain dance in the garden with my li’l sister and my ma standing in the doorway ,smiling. she waits with a towel to wipe us dry...after the exhausting but still thrilling..rain dance...
How can i forget to mention dad asking ma for a cup of tea..and spiced snacks..it all goes so very blended and great with the raindrops ringing on the window...
I’ ll miss these rains..they are very amazing here ...it rains differently in this small heaven of mine..
