Yesterday was first. I started walking from School squinting against the windblown dust. The rain poured without a drizzle. Skipped the drizzle and jumped to the pour. It was sudden. And welcome. I saw no rickshaw and knew it was going to be "my rainy evening" :) I stood where I was. Not the types to look for a shelter to run to. No matter what the stakes! Leather bag! Ipod! Silk kurta! Dainty chappals. Irrespective! So there I was yesterday evening, satisfactorily drenched by the time I found a rick. That one had no leather covers to draw. Perfect! Its nice to not have options to shelter oneself from the rain!!! Rick driver said he was waiting for monsoons to arrive to get those curtains fixed. They have! They have? When does one decide they have "ARRIVED"?
Yesterday was first. Rickshaw broke down on Mulund flyover. I was slightly less exhilirated by then and more cold. Alone. But not the types to be sitting in the rickshaw. Stood on the flyover, looking at the salt pans stretching to my right...or looking at what I KNEW were salt pans. It was difficult to tell. Nothing else worried me but the passing trucks (and yeah of course the lightening! Haven't dealt with my fear of those yet.) I was sure the next one would entirely miss the sight of me standing on that flyover...the next truck, or lightening! Both kill! Paranoid, but still standing.
Yesterday was first. The sight of clothes, meant to be drying, strewn across the balcony, but hopefully not off it! And they were wet. Many such evenings loom, on the horizon, of stubborn wet clothes; waiting, like the black clouds on the horizon, like raging bulls, to advance.Pch. Not liking analogy but think Its apt. Paranoia!
Today was first. First morning of misjudged timings. No sun. No shine. No idea what time. Woke up to an inhibiting day. Today was one morning I could have DONE with some sunshine.
Today was FIRST alarmed reaction at watching the rain advancing towards home.
Today is First. Post. I am sitting in the tv room, rain drops splattering on the grill and falling on my laptop. But who is the types to shut THIS window, when its the First?...post and monsoon morning of this monsoon?
Remembering first days at school, trains halting on flooded tracks enroute Xavier's,
still Bottled Mottled,
Missing some monsoon people.
could have done with some sunshine,
clutching to comfort zone,
unsure of liking monsoons as of today morning,
worried about next 3 months already,
realizing summers are gone!
Wanting to speed up today and jump to tommorow,
Wishing only and only for Bandstand...
J
Listening to: Chhotisi Kahani se, Baarishon ke paani se
Mood: Warming up to cold monsoon morning...or so i think!
Yesterday was first. Rickshaw broke down on Mulund flyover. I was slightly less exhilirated by then and more cold. Alone. But not the types to be sitting in the rickshaw. Stood on the flyover, looking at the salt pans stretching to my right...or looking at what I KNEW were salt pans. It was difficult to tell. Nothing else worried me but the passing trucks (and yeah of course the lightening! Haven't dealt with my fear of those yet.) I was sure the next one would entirely miss the sight of me standing on that flyover...the next truck, or lightening! Both kill! Paranoid, but still standing.
Yesterday was first. The sight of clothes, meant to be drying, strewn across the balcony, but hopefully not off it! And they were wet. Many such evenings loom, on the horizon, of stubborn wet clothes; waiting, like the black clouds on the horizon, like raging bulls, to advance.Pch. Not liking analogy but think Its apt. Paranoia!
Today was first. First morning of misjudged timings. No sun. No shine. No idea what time. Woke up to an inhibiting day. Today was one morning I could have DONE with some sunshine.
Today was FIRST alarmed reaction at watching the rain advancing towards home.
Today is First. Post. I am sitting in the tv room, rain drops splattering on the grill and falling on my laptop. But who is the types to shut THIS window, when its the First?...post and monsoon morning of this monsoon?
Remembering first days at school, trains halting on flooded tracks enroute Xavier's,
still Bottled Mottled,
Missing some monsoon people.
could have done with some sunshine,
clutching to comfort zone,
unsure of liking monsoons as of today morning,
worried about next 3 months already,
realizing summers are gone!
Wanting to speed up today and jump to tommorow,
Wishing only and only for Bandstand...
J
Listening to: Chhotisi Kahani se, Baarishon ke paani se
Mood: Warming up to cold monsoon morning...or so i think!
4 comments:
Nice...I love the monsoons without the slush and the muck. Its exhilarating and lovely at the same time.
:-D
Did you? Ask yourself that!
LOL!
P.S: Bandstand awaits.
- Yoda.
Lovely lovely monsoon! Monsoon in Mumbai is like monsoon in no other place...the good and the bad..its unique. Amazing, J. Is it, though?
nice. the words have a certain quality of holding the reader, not in rapt attention, but in a certain longing, for the silent feelings conveyed so well. whether or not the mood is warming up, i think there is a certain carefree warmth in the personality of the writer that comes across through this post.
i like the idea of getting drenched - no matter what the stakes. i used to be like that, and then sadly, i notice i am growing up :)
thank you for visiting, for i like what i have discovered here!
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