One time in Shillong (I grew up there, class 1 through 12), when I was in my 8th or 9th standard, heavy rains came pouring down when we were waiting for our car to take us home. Unexpected huge, nearly lawn tennis ball sized, spiked hail stones fell along. Our car window glasses got scratched, the hood got dents and we got bad bruises. That day was when I really got scared of rains. It however didn't break my spirit, I still love drenching myself and splashing water puddles and not carrying umbrella be it hail storms or heavy rains...
I wonder the effect such water drops falling from 'high skies' has on everything...leaves shine better, ground gets cleaned, new life germinates, birds chirp, and breeze gets cooler. I had not much time to stand and enjoy rains for a few years now but these past 4 days I feel like I am in heaven--the little dancing and playful rain drops sing unto my ears in the morning. I watch them caress everything that they touch. The swaying of leaves, the fragrance of the thirsty earth and tiny sparrows bathing themselves. O! How Majestic.
The best dish for a rainy day (personal taste) is hot cup of thick dark coffee and French fries or most loved Indian "Besan ke pakode". My taste buds are tickling! For instance, I had 5 cups of hot tea today!
The little feet of Rain Drops,
Dancing to the rhythm of my heartbeat,
Causing me a restless urge,
I miss my childhood days.
I miss today,
The holding of hands,
Wetting of skirts,
Blowing of whistles with my little friends.
I yearn today to feel-
Feel the surrendering eternal love,
Of Thee-
My companion of silent wishes,
My warrior of untold fears,
My strength of a thousand years.
No comments:
Post a Comment