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The monsoons have hit Mumbai at last and what a beautiful strike it is. The freshness that comes with the rain, the skies a dull grey, the smell of the earth and the green of leaves enchant the mind and leave it mesmerized and lost in thought over beauty. Being made up mostly of water perhaps makes us happier when we are in the presence of the compound that is an essential part of our beings. Everything looks beautiful and the mind craves a peace that perhaps nature once gave to its children.
A time when a caveman sat and watched nature as she replenished her parched lands and wondered only about the wonders that surrounded him and worshipped it. With time the wonder that the caveman felt everytime he saw the beauty of the rains has perhaps faded but the joy of feeling the largesse of mother nature remains. There are few sensations as remarkable as standing in the rain and letting it parch a part of you. A feeling that makes it worthwhile to be alive. Sometimes we understand so much and yet know so little about anything but then maybe thats why we are as ignorant a race as we are.
I remember the house in Kerala on the hill. A place where for brief periods of time we could view the plans of the weather gods and know where and when it was to rain. A place where we could see the gods vent their fury with bolts of lightning and the drums of thunder and for a brief moment feel truly alive. Where the rain would strike the earth gently and lovingly some times like a loving mother and beat upon it with passion sometimes like a crazed drummer, where the trees smelt of a perfume that man will perhaps never create ,where the mud turned from a parched red to a satiated hue of brown and where crickets would chirp the night away singing for the company of a missing mate. Where the dry lawn in the back would suddenly sprout grass and suddenly look as though it had escaped from some master’s painting and the world suddenly seemed a lot more beautiful and life seemed simple and easy and the mad world with its worries pains and hatred seemed a world away. I miss that world.