I have no clue where thoughts come from. A fast retort. Short stories. Tall tales. Chronicles of life. Anything. Everything. From everyday life.
Monday
Chase the monsoon magic
Rain alters and rewrites life on earth- Dad's words ring through my ears today:)
Rains are washed in myriad emotions- there are times I feel all mystical and fuzzy, when the mood is to stay snuggled warmly amidst soft fluffy quilts watching the rain pelt down and make the grass and trees glow green again.
Rains paint the skies with a strange effervescence. There comes a fluorescent grey, dark grey and sometimes even orange skies that can make me feel so lonely and the need to shed tears becomes overwhelming. A steady drip, drip, drip could give a Zen master cabin fever. And here's the real news: You know that little dip in your mood? It isn't just your imagination. Constant rain fall does get you down, its scientifically proven.
The connection between smell and emotion has been described for long. The classic one is 'O! I love the smell of earth during the first rains" - those evoke memories of young, refreshing energized love, it's an unforgettable feeling and smell. It's like the rain has touched upon every single emotion you have as well as all of your senses. It's one of those kind of things where you have to experience it firsthand in order to really understand it completely
Rains can be very sensual and romantic; cause a feeling of calm and peacefulness to wash over you; make you extremely reflective and introspective; bring about a ton of thoughts about the past/present/future and help resolve issues that I might be struggling with at that particular time.
I love listening to the rain softly hit the windows or the roof as I go to sleep. It almost creates a feeling of comfort and being safe and that in itself tends to lull me to sleep. As a child, on our summer vacations, we would be allotted the top floor room in the house (so that we kids had our own space) where the roof was made of tin and it rained quite often and the sound of the rain rhythmically hitting that tin roof while we slept in either a hammock or on a cot would gently rock us to sleep and that's a memory that is stirred up every time I hear it rain.
I love walking while it's raining, preferably when it's in the evening when there aren't too many people about, because there's just something...well, I'm not sure what word to use is...but it's very calming but also sensual - the rain gently lands on your skin and trickles down your arms or legs and it really doesn't get much better than that.
Early rains, rains when the earth is parched and lose dust is flying about, rain that ups the water supply to our homes, rain that gushes for an hour and then allows the sun to shine thru the rest of the day, rain when I am at home or office but no rain when I am on the road, rain when I am blue and rain when I am with my loved ones, rain that washes off the grime from city roofs and trees, rain that announces its intent with thunder and lighting, rain that is slow and forever in the cold blistery clime - there are just way too many moods associated with rains.
PS: What do you feel when it rains? How does it make you feel high on life/low in life?
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