A rainy October afternoon. An unusual shower for this time of the year. There is always something serenely magical about rains. As i sit on my windowsill with a steaming hot cup of coffee in one hand and a book in the other, i cant stop myself from soaking in the magic of the moment. The rain drops fall softly on the window pane and i ardently watch them form a pattern of their own as they slide through. Its a game i used to play when i was a child. Trying to race two drops to see which one slides down first and silly as it may sound, i did have my favorites in the game. The raindrops create a ripple as they fall into the puddle below, each one effortlessly blending into the next. Watching these ripples, these concentric circles which now give a new dimension to this stagnant pool of water, brings back a lot of memories from the yesteryear's. Memories have their knack of arriving uninvited.
As i open the windowpane to feel the rain in the open palm of my hands, the icy coldness of the raindrops tingles me and fills me with a childlike exuberance. The wind chime sways to the gentle breeze and creates its own tapestry of music, as if orchestrating the grandness of the moment. Familiar and unfamiliar faces scuttle through the street below, drenched in the moment, unknowingly bound by a common thread, the rain. The little or no sunlight blurs the distinction between day and night. The hazy blurred picture created by the rains is a perfect disillusionment separating the unreal from the real or perhaps blending them into one.
The simplicity of these moments is empowering. As i try to devour these, i hear a voice say, "Unexpected shower but the weather looks beautiful, no? What time is it by the way?" And i smile to myself as i whisper, "Now. The time is now."
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Wow Meena, that description was amazing!
I too remember once in a while trying to guess which drop would fall first. In fact, I still do such silly things sometimes. Like, while walking, I make it a point to not step on any long shadow formed by things like lamp posts, or to step on boundaries between two tiles. It's almost assumed a nature of superstition! And it is silly, but fun! And you know the best part, you can still continue to do those things, just like a child! Really! :)
I'd read many descriptions of rains on the blogosphere, but none had been able to capture their essence, their purity, the trance they induce, the way this post did. I know blogging for you is not a competition that I should compare yours with others', but then I'm not good at describing things of beauty, which this post is, and hence had to resort to a comparison. :)
The last lines were just amazing! The most accurate description of when trance stalls time, and our consciousness gets saturated with sensations of the present.
Your description of how ripples add a dimension to the surface of water was... you know, I don't have words, truly. When commenting on your posts, I truly feel short of words. I've to resort to same cliched words like 'amazing', 'wow', 'incredible'. And then, I start worrying how do I convey the sincerity behind what I feel reading your posts. I hope you understand my predicament.
How have you been?
Take care.
Time is always now.. when it rains :)
Ketan referred to me to this post and am glad he did! You have a knack of expressing what i always wanted to and never could!
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