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Monsoon Delight

Rain has always been an integral part of my life. The only aspect of nature I found my solace in. Being an urban boy, with rural connections, it was a fortune to experience the monsoon from both the perspectives. The same event generates different kind of feelings depending upon the location or to be more precise the situation you are in. 

Like if you are going out somewhere due to office work, you will never find the rains as fascinating as someone who is getting drenced without any worries or someone who is playing in the never ending showers. In a poetic point of view, 

It is the time of the year when the earth quences its thurst and replenishes it’s reserves.” 

But for me, rain is simply the peaceful phase of my life. Standing under the showers I let go of all my worries for a moment, and the world dissolves around me. I can rediscover myself, and sometimes forget myself altogether. The raindrops on the window panes and the thunder fills my cup of emptiness like no one does and has always been a companion to me, no less than a human.

It is the season for the silent romantics, who  prefer walking under the umbrella hand in hand than being at somewhere else. It is the season for the farmers, who look upon this time through out the year, their hearts filled with hope, the season for the football crazy fans who get the most essence of the game during this time, and finally it is the season for the people who are lonely.

 “What fascinates me the most about this season is, rain has something for everyone. It depends upon the way you accept it. Maybe hatred or maybe love.” 

When I was small, I always tried to jump over the big puddles, but to my disapointment never succeded in doing so. The dirty clothes was the symbol of my failure. But as the bags got heavy with increasing responsibilities, the dirt on our clothes started getting thinner until a time, it was no more there. And from then on, we started enjoying the nature through the cage, amidst of hum of so many others. 

“It is the season of paper boats, and raincoats.” 

With a bag full of resposibilities and a mind full of expections, I  have never shied away from breaking the unseen shackles and finding my freedom in the never ending showers. It is that time of the year, when my world gets small enough to fit into the novel full of torn pages  and the rest of the world simply dissolves infront of my eyes. All that remains is peace and tranquility. 



From reflection to shadows, they all whisper silent tales.

44 thoughts on “Monsoon Delight

  1. What a beautiful way to describe the monsoons! It is my favourite season too. Though monsoon brings us joy, it can lead to a deluge too (Kerala). Though indirectly, we only have ourselves to blame.
    Keep enjoying the showers!

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    1. Yes monsoon is my favourite season too. Sometimes the nature’s wrath made us suffer, but mostly I think we are responsible for our deeds as you have said.

      Thank You so much. And keep enjoying the season. 🌸

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  2. I feel completely the same! I’ve lived in the desert my entire life, so the monsoon rains feel like such a blessing–nourishing to both the earth and my soul. So beautifully written, thank you!!

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  3. Beautifully written. I love the sound of rain on the tin roof. I love to see the changing environment after the rain, the freshness, green grass and new growth. I am living in Australia. We are currently in a terrible drought and badly need rain for all types of farming whether it be for cattle, sheep, grains and vegatables etc. My daughter’s cattle station is suffering badly in South West Queensland. Bring on the rain πŸ™‚

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    1. It is sad to know that your country is affected by drought. Lets hope for the best. And I believe situations will get better someday. Yes rain is very refreshing and soothing.

      Thank You so much.😊🌸

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  4. Beautifully crafted … coming from areas prone to drought I found regular heavy rain quite daunting when I moved to NZ but slowly that turned around to enjoying the peaceful private space it provided. Then living in the Himalayas I found joy in the monsoon when most ex-pats would flee leaving me more space πŸ™‚


    1. Yes must be, moving from a place where it hardly rains to a place where it regularly rains it is difficult to get accustomed to the situation.

      Yes here in this region it rains almost throughout the year in regular intervals. True that rain is joyful and soothing.

      Thank You so much. Hope the situation in your country gets better.😊🌸

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  5. Lovely post..the way you expressed as our bags filled with responsibilities and our directions get thinner is true..and tranquil with books is what I love to do when it rains..

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    1. Don’t be sad. We can still think about those days, step in our shoes from back in time and enjoy just like a small child. Yes it is the responsibilities that don’t let us enjoy. But we have the power to walk against the wind.

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      1. Yea you are right..we will make paperboats again..we will jump in muddy puddles..we will enjoy every drop of rain without any worries..yes we will….πŸ€—

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            1. One of my exams ended. And another one is about to begin. I cannot manage to blog properly even . I will join after all this is over.

              I loved reading the convos. They were childish and funny. πŸ€—πŸŒΈ

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