Rain

Today it was raining in the evening. In the grocery shop, I met this lady who was cursing rain which played a spoilsport and delayed all her works. A 5 year old kid neared her and asked, "Mom, tell me why it rains". She replied by gritting her teeth, "When the sun shines, the water evaporates and now, they say its a depression in bay of bengal. Leave it chotu.. Awww, this rain.. I hate it to the core". He looked her questioningly and asked, "Sunshine, evaporation, depression, bay of bengal?? What are you saying mom?". She was irritated and then replied, "Ah, mmm, yeah the clouds are crying since it couldn't tolerate your stupidity. And chotu don't ask me these idiotic craps again". He was visually sad and tears trickled down his cheek. I was standing near them, catching the rain drops. He noticed that am smiling at him and asked, "Why it rains akka (akka means Sister in tamil)?". I saw his mom and replied, "Hey the clouds are excited after listening to your brilliant questions and these rain drops are just the kisses and hugs that the clouds are giving you". He let out out a big wow and started catching rain drops and tried kissing them too. He was all smiles when his mom dragged him out of the shop.

Rain. Isn’t it a breathtaking phenomenon? I love the rain and all its aspects. I love getting drenched in the rain, love traveling in the rain even though everybody I know seems to complain about it. Or maybe its just that the rain that is making me feel some many things. Penning down those tactual sensation in words is injustice to the phenomenon that it is actually. I have tried to capture things about rain and the sensations I get while being drenched in rain in words over and over again, only to fail pathetically. Maybe I think I wrote this post without consciousness. Yes.. The trough in Bay of Bengal resulted in heavy downpour this evening. My long time wish got granted somehow. A pleasant evening with light drizzle or heavy downpour, with a cup of hot drinking chocolate or flavored tea (preferably cardamom), reading a thrilling novel or solving a puzzle. Just Imagine how enthralling it will be. And I enjoyed them this very evening . The drizzle, roaring winds, the mild evening spatter on the window panes, the late night lightening and thunders. Wow, amazing isn't it? Each time the rain leaves me in awe. The sounds the rains bring in, the smell of the fresh mud, the way the air soothes me on a rainy night is, to me ,elysian.

Just Imagine na guys,
Holding our hand out and allowing the rain drops to osculate the palm as they move towards their ducky destination, the ground..
Standing in the rain and playing with rain drops..
The feel of the rain drops on your face..
And all the sensations experienced by the body, mind and soul, OMG its unexplainable..

With Love,

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My Musings

Yesterday I went to my cousin's place after a couple of months. He is blessed with two non-identical twins Anuttara and Shraddha. After chit-chatting with my SIL I was playing with the kids. The former came to me, held my hands and uttered, "Shruti (I won't expect respect from kids :-P), wait here.. we will show you some magic". Saying so, she murmured something in Shraddha's ears. The latter went inside the room and came with cards. Both of them gave me a broad smile and dragged the small table to the center of the room. When I started asking them about the work they are about to do, Shraddha told, "Hey Shruti hold your nerves, pack your curiosity for a few moments. Just sit and watch our magic". I was awed by their command and sat silently. My SIL giggled at me. I ignored her and watched these kids.

They started constructing a 3 storey building with the pack of 52 cards. They laid each cards so perfectly that it automatically attained the form of a perfect triangle. After giving some final touches, they turned towards me. Their eyes shone with curiosity and expectation. I let out a big WOW that they both got astonished with my reaction. Anuttara came near me and said, "Hey Shruti, bend down, I want to ask you something". I sat in the chair and she climbed a stool lying nearby to whisper in my ears. "How was it shruti? Tell me frankly. Don't try to convince us". I was completely moved listening to this. The reason is, I never expected such a matured speech from a 5 year old. I hugged her and gave a peck in her cheeks. I went near them and said, "Listen sweeties, I love what you have did and it is so beautiful. We will keep this as a monument. Ok?!". They clapped their hands and jumped in Joy.

My cousin came hurriedly into the room. He tripped on the small table and the cards were shattered. We both expected them to burst into tears, devastated by what had happened to all their hard work. My brother felt really bad and he broke down saying sorry. But they surprised us. Instead, of crying, they collected all the shattered cards. By laughing and holding hands, they went near him and uttered, "Its ok dad". They went into another room and started constructing the building again!

I realized that they had taught me an important lesson. All things in our life, all the complicated structures we spend so much time and energy creating, are built on card like things, which can shatter the moment a strong wind blows. Only our relationships to other people lasts. Sooner or later, something will pop up and knock down what we have worked so hard to build up. When that happens, only the person who has somebody's hand to hold will be able to laugh. The Power of Holding Hands of someone (Mother, father, sister, brother or it can be a friend too) have greater strength which can overcome any storm.

With Love,

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