Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain!
By Shradha
“Some people just watch the rains, others get soaked in it…… “
In India, following the Barahmasa tradition (twelve months) the glory of each month is lovingly celebrated with poetry, music and art. Since the subjects of this tradition are normally lovers, monsoon is the favourite as it lends itself to myriad imageries of passionate love, heart rending longing and a season that signifies plenty. It is a season that has to be felt.
Sometimes when life throws you in the rain we must play in the puddles. The nostalgia of walking into one brings back so many memories wet with childhood’s innocent craziness. Somwhere between growing up and moving ahead we often leave behind those tiny bits of laughter we once enjoyed.
Aah coffee, books and the sounds of rain….
It is a truth universally acknowledged that there are two kinds of people in this world — those who love rains and those who don’t. And the battle lines seem to be clearly drawn.For most of us, rain is a recurring, living, breathing character in our lives. Of all the seasons, it is monsoon that evokes a range of emotions within us.This was true of Kalidasa as well who arguably wrote the most hyperbolic tribute to those carriers of rain in his epic work Meghadootam where a lovelorn couple enlists the help of a wayward cloud to communicate their feelings.Rain is nostalgic; rain is melancholic; rain is first love; rain is lost love; rain is madness, rain is magic; rain is wisdom, rain is freedom. It’s the magic the falling drops Create …its like all emotions within our lives are grateful that the drops have poured.
In the movie Shawshank redemption the hero emerges from the sewer and lifts his face up to the heavens. Rain, blessed rain, washes over him, cleansing him of dirt, sins and everything else in between.
Honestly I’m a complete pluviophile that’s why I find happiness in rains be it pertichor or mizzles or thunderstorms rains to me are like poetry in motion. The language of falling water ,the murky smell the evenings when vision is so poor , frosted Window panes of the car glasses, everything seems to have a healing power. For hopeless romantics like me It Is Nice When Someone Holds Umbrella For You In The Rain … But It Is The Most Wonderful If Someone Holds Your Hand And gets wet with you.
For another group of hopeless romantics Rains unleash the poet and writers wiring and rewiring their creative circuits to fuel their passion for writing. Words seem to flow out of their pens like a downpour.
Coffee is a soul stirrer on the cold rainy day, a whiff of its aroma and you are all charged.
Some freshly brewed latte, some thinking and a good book and rains…. Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain!
(Dr Shradha is a doctor by profession, Associate Professor in a medical College and an occasional writer. Passionate about women and child health , she works for an NGO promoting menstrual hygiene in Rural Jharkhand. Mother to a 7 year old , she loves weaving stories around women and their mental health issues which is largely ignored by the masses.)
