Monsoon Meditations

 

It is just another day at work, the morning settling down and making way for the sun to climb higher in the sky and usher in an afternoon. The pace is dull and I can’t stop my mind from wandering. It is a wanderlust, this mind of mine… Never settling down anywhere…never gathering dust..always on the move, here now and there now. I don’t know if your mind is the same, maybe this is a special way my mind works. Long and dreamy journeys are undertaken on the wings of my mind, the world seems like a place that could be easily held in my fist, such are the flights my mind undertakes!

 

The sixth floor office in this City of Dreams has a beautiful view and paints a vivid picture of the skyline where the greens and concrete compete for more space. The skies are blue, interspersed with white clouds that remind me of cotton candy. In another place, in the God’s Own Country, the place that was home to me for many many years, it is raining. My favourite season of all times.

 

The dark clouds heavy and ready to shower on you any time, the lightning bolts out of nowhere and the dirty puddles on the roads…that alone is not monsoon for the romantic at heart. It is also the season of greener trees, petrichor, hot piping onion bhajis and roasted groundnut. It is the season you can come home drenched; the paper boats made of newspapers and notices, in all shapes and sizes racing against each other in a fit to survive the storm that is lashing them; the power cuts and the family gatherings on the verandah; the antaksharis and the numerous word games; the croaking of the frogs and the incessant chatter of the crickets in the garden, those special blooms that appear only during the monsoons, what is there not to love about monsoon!

 

Though this city has embraced me with open arms, though I have settled and found my happiness among the chaos here, I would always belong to that land of coconut and mango trees, the backwaters and the land where it rains for a major share of the year. The heart yearns to go home, one more time, for some more time…

 

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15 thoughts on “Monsoon Meditations

  1. oh my heart yearns for rain, be it in God’s Own Country or where I am now 🙂 the rain holds memories, and it brings them along with it. But now I’m hungry for onion bhajis.

  2. And you made me homesick once again. The monsoon was such a refreshing time of year though it did get dreary when the rains went on for days. Nice start Bhavya.

  3. Now that is ME.. I long to be back home.. have lived in this palce for a long long time but still home is BACK HOME …

    and the monsoon .. even the monsoon is beautiful back home

    Bikram

    • Home is not just a place – it is so much more than that. Everything is beautiful back home! 🙂 Thanks for the comment Bikram.

  4. How I miss Kerala…. na… India itself. In this scorching heat, the only thing the keeps me sane, is the hope of going to my hometown soon. 🙂

    • Isn’t it the case with most of us 🙂 I am somehow reminded of that song from the movie where Srinivasan goes to China to work… it says so much and conveys nicely what every pravasi might feel…

    • We did Kajal! It began raining the day I wrote this.. it was almost as if the gods were waiting for me to ask 🙂 It felt so nice!

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