Yesterday, as I abruptly woke from the afternoon nap, the outside of my windows were bitter black, I wondered if I’d have overslept. I turned on the light, checked my phone, it was about to turn about five in the evening. That’s a drastic sky color for that point in the time. There were the strong gushes of winds, the summer storms of Northern India, quite prevalent in this season, followed by a quick and cooling pour of the rains.
As I fiddled out of the bed with naked footsteps, the newly resting dust felt my feet. I sighed and opened the balcony. There was a strong splatter sound as the accelerated water drops hit the warm ground of the balcony. The plants danced around, almost as if enjoying and being replenished at the same time. Celebrating their own #nirvana. After some while, these rains become somewhat quieter, more pleasant and almost peaceful. That is when I cast out a chair and sipped the warm ginger tea, which is a craving need whenever it rains here. As I sipped the hot tea and made myself comfortable on the garden chair, drenched a little bit, so it made the first few minutes rather uncomfortable for me. I eased after some time.
The rains took me back to my “mind palace”, I bet Sherlock won’t mind me using his intellectual metaphor, for droning into a palace of memories for me. I drifted back to my childhood in Mumbai. Mumbai was the center for the monsoons. It was drenching wet roads and a sea of umbrellas at this point there. These were the rains when we used to rush out of the house and play in the rains. They were delicate and resonating. With paper boats and bicycles and football as a company, we enjoyed the spells as much as possible. The elders protested, concerned we may fall sick, but after some time, they gave in to their own temptations and joined us in these rains. After our entire expedition, we went marching home to be greeted with some pakoras (Indian Fritters) and tea, after a long and warm shower, as we discuss the happenings of the day. This was around a decade back. How much have things changed since then.
A free mind, drifting off to all the locations in the memories. Analyzing and thinking how the past few days have been, how the past few months have gone, the entire new journey I experienced last year, experiencing new waves of freedom and learning to be more independent, having a transition from being shy to being outspoken and accepting defeats and failures. I peer my gaze to the new friendships formed, the friendships gone, what went right, what went wrong, the whole point of it all. Leaving the workplace I loved, to finding another one where I can relive and learn new. I learnt my Achilles heel and found the ekphrasis, the strength, I remembered the texts from the holy scriptures, the grandmother recited and filled with moral goodness. I understood in that very moment how much I missed out on the gratitude in all these months.
As the rains poured, even more, my thoughts poured feeling blessed, I was very happy and very content, more determined and more ignited, ready to do whatever it takes. The cool breezes started flowing and amidst that my open locks started swaying in the air. I guess even they were enjoying the rains like the plants were. The smile grew broad, the tea cup holding lesser and lesser volume of the tea. The saucer coming into action as I rest the cup on to it, and lean back, close my eyes and enjoy. In my mind, there are no new thoughts, just steady breaths and a small smile.