Sunday, June 3, 2007
Rain has always brought with it nostalgic memories! It has always taken me back to the bygone days..... my childhood! It was in the month of June, when schools reopened after the long summer holidays that nature greeted us with the first streaks of rain. Excitement of starting our first day in a new grade , meeting up with our friends to share the wonderful vacation we had , putting on the newly stitched uniforms and colorful raincoats......our tiny brains stuffed with innumerable unsaid anxieties.
Our school usually had a tradition of beginning the academic year on a Wednesday. I still wonder why we had to put on our white uniforms. Wednesday was a white day , when all students wore their spic and span white uniforms (aftermath of tedious hard work of mama's laundry).....which turned to almost brown at the end of the day and faded to light yellow by the end of the year. Monsoons were especially welcome for us kids because we loved to stick our feet into the running water of the temporary streams and feel the cold sensation. We used to splash water on each other unmindful of our mother's troubles. We beamed with joy when we overcrowded the streams with our hand made paper boats!We forgot to get our umbrellas to school on purpose so that we could drench in the showers , and dance like peacocks.....
Have you ever smelled the aroma of rain.... I love to just lie down listening to the soothing sound of rain....it is music to my ears.....but it is definitely incomplete without the tantalizing aroma...When the powerful rain pours with all its might and embraces earth , the embodiment of femininity and unfathomable beauty.....there is born gentle, calming aroma ! It is the chaste smell of earth conceived and born out of the purging spirit of water , Rain!
Rain has always urged me to a state of passivity!I just love to do nothing!... nothing at all.... rain had taught me just to sit and stare!Just now it poured cats and dogs and my toddler came running to me ...alarmed by the thunder's roars. The fear had gripped him so much that his innocent eyes were raining too!I grabbed him in my arms and cuddled him close to me..when we were interrupted by the thoughtful ideas of my 5 year old...I enjoyed seeing him trying to calm down his brother !
He said , “ the earth too needs to take bath .....rain is just the water from the Gods ....The sound that scared you is nothing but the clapping of God's hands! He is happy”! I heard both kids giggle after this wise talk....
The most precious gift that life showered on me are my bundles of joy.... my two little boys! How can I forget the day they filled my whole being with the sense infinite bliss. I remember the first time I walked into the labor room , trying to keep up the faint smile on my face in spite of the intermittent lightening and thunderous pain...nurses trying to lighten up my mood , pulled aside the curtains of the French windows . I felt nature fully participating and supporting this co creation! The lightening , the thunder..... all just reflections of myself...I silently invoked the powers of nature ., to rain on me! And when my baby finally arrived...his cry perfectly merged with orchestra outside. It might seem an accidental co incidence , or a tactful game of providence...my second delivery was a photo copy of my first one..... the same hospital , the same room , the same heavy down pour.... and once again a boy to take me to ecstasy !
Rain is purity, chastity and pure joy.....listen to it , smell it, taste it , feel it and you will love it!