Rain

It rained all night and is still drizzling. Outside of my window , a pigeon rests, drenched and tired. They generally choose the verandah to sleep, and some of them specially prefer to perch on the dish antenna, which we call the ‘hot seat’. The antenna is inclined at an angle of 45 degrees which makes perching on it a perilous balancing act: probably that is what makes it thrilling to the birds.

My little verandah garden looks very green and happy. The morning glory is in full bloom, and their bright yellow glow drenches one in their splendor, making one feel alive. All I want to do is to relax on the bed and look outside at the spotlessly washed roads and lush green trees waving in the moist air. I watch the rain coming to us from a distance ; first the sound ,then the drops and then everything blanked in a sheet of white haze. But I have a lab to go to.

The roads are waterlogged. In Kolkata, this amount of rain is nothing . But this is a draught state.  

The paddy fields are looking vibrant. The clouds can magically transform the mundane village alleys to a strange and beautiful place. The university campus is completely transformed as well. A sea of green as far as your eyes can see, this is what the campus is offering today. And there are white ducks, flying over the water body with all their grace. The frangipani are in full bloom and have made a carpet of red and white flowers. So have the long stretched bushes of bougainvillea. The rain has cleansed everything, and made it new and fresh.  It is just an allegory to our life. 

All I want to experience is seeing the day pass by slowly and silently, and make an everlasting memory of it. A memory of  happiness and serenity, a memory which will insinuate that we can always wash away what is old and gloomy and start afresh. This is what life is all about.