'''Pristine,,, Showers'''

The pre-monsoon jitters started a week before in Bangalore. Last Wednesday around nine at night..suddenly while breaking my head over the pathetic 'Quant sums', I smelled the aroma of the earth, sweet fragrance filled the environment, and there was a shiver of sudden cold, all this filled the atmosphere...One of my roomie screamed.."It's raining gals..." ....Out we were in the open space of the yard...feeling those tender drops of water on our hands and cheeks...We walked and danced in the showers...
It was a beautiful evening..almost night..Me and my friend listened to the songs on "Vividhbharati". ---'Aap Ki Farmaish'...I donno how , or perhaps coincidently they played all of my favourites.
Somedays are so good ,everything happens your way, as you wish....I felt that day was made for me....I went back to my past ..when as a child I loved the monsoon, how I felt...then ..and what it meant for me...

Phase 1:

I still remember the days when me as a toddler..how nice it was..at my grannie's place all we cousins use to gather during the vacations. People would be just relaxing after a heavy afternoon lunch(we children never used to let them..that is different story altogether!). The sun raging all its rays on the mother Earth...and suddenly the weather changes...Wind begins to blow, there is a bang of open doors and windows, the smashing of tree leaves. And my grannie used to wake up...calling upon my aunt to gather everything that she laid in the sun to dry..those papads, raw mangoes,etc, etc. and there we used to get caught..How could she know that it will pour now..I had this innocent interrogation always..but I dare didn't ask anyone on that. Then we used to run to pull papers to make paper-boats, sing songs like the most favorite:

"Yere Yere Pavasa , tula deto paisa..,
Paisa zala khota, paus ala mota;
Yega yega sari , maze madke bhari,
Madke gele vahun , paus ala dhavun...!"

Then we used to fight over whose boat goes far, far and faaar....Never could we understand how the time flew and it would be time to go to bed!

Phase 2:

Then I remember my school days..we used to watch rain from the class window. It used to be an exam time..and Mom would do everything that made me study harder. The lights would turn-off, then I used to study in the kitchen-lamp with she cooking something delicious and I pining my head over the books! She often used to make "pakodas" then and then I used to be allowed tea.(Mom has a strong belief that frequent drinking of tea is not good for health, and especially for children; now too she disapproves my drinking of tea in the office, whenever on the slip of my tongue..I tell her that when she calls me!). Whatever...so the dull environment of the monsoon always inspires me to study, some more..and more...

Phase 3:


Then comes by the youth, wherein you never know why you feel like this! My room window, the full bloomed "Gulmohar" tree on the ground, the watchman's hut, the preparation leave and the pre-exam pressure, a beautiful song playing on the radio..and what? What else does one require in such a mood.."A reminiscence of 'Him'"..quite enough to occupy your mind wholely. This exotic feeling can never be compared with anything else and now I feel its difficult to get it back even!

How I wish I could go back and enjoy those days... These memories turned me nostalgic. I hadn't wetten the pillow for many days...I recalled..and then realized though I pretended everything to be fine, there was something down deep in the soul, that was pricking..I decided to vent it out.
I burst...warm tears flooded my cheeks for almost half an hour..then I felt relived, felt as if I had shed lots of burden off my shoulders, free from all the worldly cares and worries...I felt better..I hardly knew till the moment before, that I had being carrying so much all these days..I never knew!

Somehow I relate this to my dear friend..the rain. When the earth suffers too much pain..cannot withstand the agony, the heat ; there he comes to soothe her..to calm her..Down it pours!

I call it,,,
"The Briddle Of The Earth And Sky ..!"