Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Romancing the monsoon

When I look outside my window...I see it raining in the sea. My face brightens, just when the sky darkens. The dark clouds gather far beyond the horizon and it slowly moves an African American model sashaying across the ramp. With her long legs deliberately and sensually , one, put in front of the other. Left and right. Left and right. Pitter- patter. Pitter- patter. A slight jig. Somewhere the music dances with her movement, not the other way....From afar her blue dress caresses the floor and then bounces off and swishes when she stops and takes a swift turn and glances at you in the centre. Her body turns away from you while her eyes still holds your stare. And she turns her head away almost reluctantly...and walks away, making way for the other raven beauty...
As much as I curse the rains when it finally arrives, there is nothing more romantic than the monsoons. Inconveniencing my daily routine, the lover (the rain) has arrived, nonchalantly, arrogantly, unapologetically at my door. You smile within. Can I imagine the clouds not gathering in the sky, as it hides the sun and my entire universe takes on a pale indigo hue? I smile and wink at the gloom for it does lighten my mundane existence. The habit of routine is broken, I need to change everything. I am forgiving for the break in my practice. I Wonder how my life would’ve been, if not for this visit, how mysterious, the plain and the simple looks now, as the atmosphere so pregnant with rain in its belly, waiting to wet me with its showers. When the rain reaches my vista...I run to my window stretch out my hands to capture the first satin it caresses my skin. I step outside, like a reluctant, shy, wanting bride...the cool breeze and I gasp. Then the spray. And then the torrent. The thunder and then the lightening...what a ruckus, chaos, madness....but such beautiful method to it all....teasing you, egging you forward and you feel so dangerously alive. Livid but nevertheless alive!
Next time I see my son dancing in the rain, I will tell him, “dance, dance all you want...for when you grow up, this becomes an indulgence and you become the mad one for wanting to court the downpour of God’s apparent blessing.


Sonia said...


This is cool... and really understandable! Did I change or You? Or thanks to Subject??

I miss that rain! you lucky!


Shalini George said...

:-) Means a lot when you say this is understandable...Thankyou dear..Maybe you did change me. ;-)

josh said...

Honest. Like you! And the one that has crossed most of our minds. After romancing your post, I also see you frantically running after your son shouting: Mica, Mica.. do you want to catch a cold!

But then, I'm sure you are going to eliminate that distance of a wish from a deed. I'm sure, Shals!

Shalini George said...

I hope so too Josh! I sooo Hope so.
thanks for the faith. Means a lot.

Paresh Palicha said...

You write very well! Keep up the good work.

Shalini George said...

Paresh,my friend,
honoured by your presence. Thanks for your kind words.