Date: 08.11.2007
Time: 5:00 p.m.
The sky was pensive for quite some time this morning. Clouds had gathered together to hold a whispered conference with the hidden stars. Hushed messages were conveyed back and forth and finally, in the afternoon there was rain.
I had fallen asleep after lunch, having stuffed myself with dry fruits and kaju barfis. The pounding of the raindrops against the glass window panes of my room woke me up. After blinking constantly for a while, I resolved to go up to the terrace (my new haunt, these days) and enjoy the sprinkle from the heavens.
The terrace was empty. The ground was damp from its continuing battle with the raindrops. My usual seat on top of the water tank did not seem like a very good idea right then. So, I decided to simply walk about in silence. Those sweet descending drops of water were quite fond of me, it seemed, for they rushed at my uplifted face like a bull shown a red flag by a matador. A slightly disappointing simile, I know, but nevertheless, I tasted those refreshing and relished raindrops with all the pleasure attributed to a satisfied hedonist.
My walk grew faster. I broke into a run — going round and round the terrace till I started feeling dizzy with joy. The rain kept on falling on me and my face had an expression of utmost contentment pasted all across it. I laughed heartily, losing myself to the rejuvenating rain. Laughing, I spun round and round and round, with my eyes locked with the clouds above.
The adrenaline pumping through my veins exhilarated me and put me on a high. The thrill of getting drenched gave me the energy to keep running … faster and faster, till finally, exhausted, I slumped down resting against a stone wall. I was happy and there was nothing anyone could do to snatch my moment of bliss from me.
Of course, the rains did cease after a while and the sun decided to emerge from the cover of clouds and shine discreetly till it was time for it to say farewell for the day. I resumed my seat on the water tank leg and spent the next hour watching the day draw to a close. My brother joined me later and it was rather nice to sit together on the leg and listen to songs while watching the birds fly home. And it was quite amusing to have him point at a faraway crow and confidently call it a bat.
I’m still feeling elated. Happy. At peace. Content. Exalted. I know that the terrace awaits my presence the next time there is November rain.
End: 5:25 p.m.
Time: 5:00 p.m.
The sky was pensive for quite some time this morning. Clouds had gathered together to hold a whispered conference with the hidden stars. Hushed messages were conveyed back and forth and finally, in the afternoon there was rain.
I had fallen asleep after lunch, having stuffed myself with dry fruits and kaju barfis. The pounding of the raindrops against the glass window panes of my room woke me up. After blinking constantly for a while, I resolved to go up to the terrace (my new haunt, these days) and enjoy the sprinkle from the heavens.
The terrace was empty. The ground was damp from its continuing battle with the raindrops. My usual seat on top of the water tank did not seem like a very good idea right then. So, I decided to simply walk about in silence. Those sweet descending drops of water were quite fond of me, it seemed, for they rushed at my uplifted face like a bull shown a red flag by a matador. A slightly disappointing simile, I know, but nevertheless, I tasted those refreshing and relished raindrops with all the pleasure attributed to a satisfied hedonist.
My walk grew faster. I broke into a run — going round and round the terrace till I started feeling dizzy with joy. The rain kept on falling on me and my face had an expression of utmost contentment pasted all across it. I laughed heartily, losing myself to the rejuvenating rain. Laughing, I spun round and round and round, with my eyes locked with the clouds above.
The adrenaline pumping through my veins exhilarated me and put me on a high. The thrill of getting drenched gave me the energy to keep running … faster and faster, till finally, exhausted, I slumped down resting against a stone wall. I was happy and there was nothing anyone could do to snatch my moment of bliss from me.
Of course, the rains did cease after a while and the sun decided to emerge from the cover of clouds and shine discreetly till it was time for it to say farewell for the day. I resumed my seat on the water tank leg and spent the next hour watching the day draw to a close. My brother joined me later and it was rather nice to sit together on the leg and listen to songs while watching the birds fly home. And it was quite amusing to have him point at a faraway crow and confidently call it a bat.
I’m still feeling elated. Happy. At peace. Content. Exalted. I know that the terrace awaits my presence the next time there is November rain.
End: 5:25 p.m.
5 comments:
You release your contentment very well...
Hmmph I prefer autumn rain...November rain is cold.
beautifully written ...you have such an easy ,vivd way of writing ,its really a pleasure to always read your blogs.And thanks to the terrace you seem to be at your creative best!I really need to go to this terrace once :P
hmmm.. its my fave song - novemeber rain... man ur fukin lucky... the terrace, rain... im stuck here in da desert. livin on da eight floor of a building tht looks older than my great grandfather... :P.. loved da way u put ur thots across...
Yes. Well... I know.
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