The parched earth
Those pregnant, joyful clouds
Scented moist air
Whistling wind, and the sweet chill
The steaming cup
A book in hand
Rain, monsoon, and more rain….!
I have hardly got any time to breathe. Good part is my work has been highly recognized and I have got a good raise 🙂
So in between work and other things,,,am just taking this minuscule break to write in – a sudden urge to breakfree.
I promise a holiday to myself after this, workload.
Oh yes… and I am loving the MONSOONS…And you?
Summer time is soon about to end, and I did not even feel it. This season, it’s been pouring. Every now and then. In fact, it’s drizzling outside at this very hour, after a heavy downpour, and I can hear the pitter patter through the sheer silence of the night. It’s cold, damp, yet, magnificently pleasant.
A weather like this, and I have just had a rich creamy mushroom soup with some perfectly toasted bread crispies.
Finding joys in little things like these, make life a perfect reason to celebrate. No?
Last week it had rained. Heavily. Madly. As if someone was pelting stones on the roof top. Outside, life’d come to a halt. Busy roads, suddenly were abandoned. The trees, bore the weather’s wrath. And I, silently witnessed it from the office corridors. When it rains, I have to sneak out, to watch, to ponder – over what? I don’t know, but I do. When it rains, it has some magnetic effect on me.. it pulls me strangely towards itself. I wish to leave everything aside, and attend to those pearly, tear like drops, falling incessantly on earth, soaking everything in its ardor.
When the intensity decreased, I wanted to stop by at a lovely cafe close to my office for a cup of tea, purely because of its ambiance` – with the nature almost embracing you in its close proximity. It has an open area, and the place offers some quick eats too, fairly good ones, continental though. The tea there is served with those optional tea-bags – English style with hot water, fresh milk, sugar cubes. For me, it’s better than those vending machines pouring out mechanized cups of tea.
My tea arrived in no time. I looked out at the trees, the leaves, – how it glistened after the heavy downpour. I sipped slowly, enjoying the warmth over the slightly chilly and damp weather. Rains, hypnotize me. It weaves a magical tune. Each time it pours, I get dissolved in it…