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.