If you have to understand India, you first have to understand the effects monsoon has on the indian soul.
There’s some charm in watching the rains, the leaves are washed green and they are happy having a good bath. The water gushes down the road with a speed making you wonder who’s chasing it. The water kisses my feet as i wade my way home.
From when i was a little girl i love standing in the rain near the gate. We used to have a neem tree, huge and big and though my mom used to scream, my sister and i would occasionally have our clandestine meetings with the rainman. Now i walk back from the stop to home getting drenched in the rain without a care in the world.
The gurgles of the cloud, the hand that clasps the thunder and the lighting strikes are one of the best to watch and relish.
I love to shake the braches of the tree after the rain ceases, to have my own shower.Who says you cant have your moments of joy?
I have come to love rain in a very soft way. I like kids jumping into the puddles splashing water, the flower vendor trying very hard to balance the umbrella and sell flowers, the vegetable cart hurrying to cover the vegetables.
There is an urgency to shelter everything from the rain, yet there is a pleasure to get drenched too…
Now is the time for The Great Indian Monsoon. A time for rains, water, joy and simple pleasures in life. Welcome again!