I Hear Thunder!

I love the rains. The wet soaking mud, the earthy smell that fills the air, the pitter patter sploshes, the fecund splash of green everywhere, the carpet of blooms around a cluster of trees and the raindrops trickling on my window pane. In Bombay, where I come from, onset of monsoon brings in a dread because of the filthiness that is growing by the minute. It has now become synonymous with garbage, stink, flies and diseases. But in spite of these impediments, I have managed to fall in love with it.

It is wondrous how a thundershower brings in an amalgamation of glee and gloom. The jubilant children playing in the puddles, the fresh buds of flowers bursting to life and the sea of colorful umbrellas against a backdrop of the sad grey sky takes me on an emotional seesaw. One minute I am down on that seesaw, trying to reach out for what seems to be elusive. And the very next minute, my habitual composure and natural cheery being sneaks in and eases me into tranquility. And I love being on that seesaw. Maintaining a balance would be ho hum. I might lose the fascination that I set store by for something as simple and mundane as the rain and I don't think I am ready to let go of its allure as yet. I want to hang in there for as long as possible, away from the humdrum that a balanced, stoic life holds for me as a 'Grown-up' :)

The Blue Beads

Look up at the open skies

Let the pearl-drops soften your tired face

Those tears will get washed away

Or will meld not leaving a trace.

Let the wind run its fingers through your hair

Stop and listen to it whisper

Just might bring a smile to those lips

That are quivering to a whimper.

So dance and prance and trot and run

Forgetting the aching feet and pains

Don't ever stop being that child

Who loves getting soaked in the rains.