As I write this, a furious wind lashes outside, and raindrops find their way onto Mumbai earth. My city is embroiled in a celebration - the coming of a new season, the disappearance of an old foe. If you follow my writing, you must know by now, the rains are here. And, even as people line up promenades, climb up to terraces and merrily walk about patches of green, not everybody is happy. As the rains linger, they leave behind a melancholy so deep, a sadness so uneasy.
Words pour out easily in the rains. Blogs are filled quickly with poetry, and prose and rambles in the rains. Roads line up easily. Streets are filled with cars that seldom move. Yet, a peace is settled above them all. The rains make an easy excuse. And, perhaps sitting there in a car, watching the rain, is worth every bit of heartache. For the rain is only a seasonal friend, a part-time lover. And, some of you would know, the sadness that brings.
The rains so easily make me fall in love. If only I could fall out of love, I lament. Perhaps, I should greedily feed myself with hot donuts like the girls and boys that stop by MadOverDonuts (donuts are a new phenomenon, in this city) or perhaps settle for butta grazed with lime, and salt and pepper. I have yet to have my share although. Because, I am still so enchanted by its beauty, I can only gaze at the rain wondrously. Like a difficult lover, it sought so much patience from me. And, now that it is mine, I can scarcely sink it in. And, I cannot fathom it.
But, as I watch young school-children splash about maddeningly...as I see the boys from my office step out for a cup of piping hot tea...as I find swimmers' take in the joy of a monsoon swim.. I know I must no longer wait. My love, this love is fleeting. I must savour it quickly. Even as some find the rain so romantic it makes them mushy...some find the rain so melancholic it makes them weep...and some find it so furious it makes them angry... I too must allow the rain to sell me its charm. I'm off this Monday, a little break from my routine, to embrace the rain. I hope you do too. And, then I hope it paints you an everlasting smile:)
Rainy Mondays. I just might grab a blanket, go back to bed, and cuddle up with a book of poems.. If nothing else, I can always use a good nap, taken under the sound of the rain splashing against the window.
The first rain of summer always makes me think of my childhood though, where I used to strip off my clothes and run in the rain. Very liberating.
I love the rain :)
By the way , what kind of font do you use?
Zain
You sound (read) like somethings wrong. Anything i can do? (im sure i speak for all of us who comment here) If i can help, let me know.
Zain
Damn Im missing out on them. It started raining just the morning i was leaving this city! :( And im soo glad donuts are finally in! Someday I hope we have dunkin donuts, right in the lane we live in :)
Rain...hmm...the weather which gives the goose bumps(if u are highly imaginative)...romanticism....
btw..i blog at http://bharatmelange.blogspot.com
@DriftingDeadly - Thank you Z. That's kind of you. I am okay, but the rains can bring out such terrible sadness. I use Trebuchet MS 10. I can only write in that.
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Rainy Mondays. I just might grab a blanket, go back to bed, and cuddle up with a book of poems.. If nothing else, I can always use a good nap, taken under the sound of the rain splashing against the window.
The first rain of summer always makes me think of my childhood though, where I used to strip off my clothes and run in the rain. Very liberating.
I love the rain :)
By the way , what kind of font do you use?
Zain
You sound (read) like somethings wrong.
Anything i can do?
(im sure i speak for all of us who comment here)
If i can help, let me know.
Zain
Damn Im missing out on them. It started raining just the morning i was leaving this city! :(
And im soo glad donuts are finally in! Someday I hope we have dunkin donuts, right in the lane we live in :)
Rain...hmm...the weather which gives the goose bumps(if u are highly imaginative)...romanticism....
btw..i blog at http://bharatmelange.blogspot.com
@DriftingDeadly - Thank you Z. That's kind of you. I am okay, but the rains can bring out such terrible sadness. I use Trebuchet MS 10. I can only write in that.