Early morning sun, raring to go, had left me insomniac since the wee hours of a lazy Sunday morning. The whirring sound of cooler was hammering in my ears. After pulling the plug on that anachronism I let my body perform a POST (power on self test). Suppressed a sudden urge to plan for the mid terms round the corner as I let my mind wander from the spiritual to the insane. Poured some water into the kettle clumsily to get my early morning dose of black tea. It was drizzling outside ever so lightly….
Reverie – The rhapsody of rain is one of the most awesome spectacles in nature. When you are born in that part of the world where rain itself is born it’s but natural to be a romantic old-timer when one thinks about rain.
Hibiscus in rain (click to watch video)
The inundated paddy fields, the rivulets made almost feral by sudden bursts of deluge, the menacing sea and the various shaped potholes decorate the canvas that is Kerala during monsoon. It’s such a great time to take French leave and enjoy the slow pace of life admiring the rain as it takes you on an emotional roller coaster. By evening,as the now mellow sun tries hard to make its presence felt, the rain would have wreaked havoc all around. Fallen leaves and debris strewn all over the courtyard add to the pandemonium. But still you long for the rain to come back and weave its magic again…
Room number 1148, present continuous – kettle is boiling over. I run to prevent an explosion which is averted in the nick of time. Serving myself some tea I stare out of my balcony into the now dying drizzle. ‘The Cascades‘ are playing ‘Rhythm of the Rain‘ in my laptop as I try to shake off early morning blues.
..but lil does she know that when she left that day..(click to watch video)
I am Jack’s broken heart…
Good attempt.