The fragrance of wet mud, rain drops sliding from leaf tops, a hot cup of tea and peanuts,collecting fallen plumerias fallen down,the yellow old leaves fallen from the trees,.. a perfect monsoon dream. ...Thinking of "My date" with raindrops,hot cuppa chai and the rest of monsoon magic........
Today when it rained it was the Jamuns which gave me company.A simple cover of the magazine with umbrellas intrigued me.*It was a bliss seeing the plumerias on the small centre table,the diffused light gave me a thrill.
The monsoons are in love with me .They have travelled with me all the way from South to the North India.I am now feeling at home and looking forward for a walk in the rain.
I close my eyes and can listen to my grandmas Soothing Rain ,Ragas "Amrutavarshini and Malhar " and her fairy tale stories.Its true , when Hanuman set Lanka on fire,the mighty Ravan played "Amrutavarshini "on his Veena to bring Rain.Rain must be falling on the old tiled roofs far South.I can imagine rain dripping from the palm leaves.The sea might have broken in a long line and slipped back on the beach where we used to play.Water standing in pools on the gravel path.Rain is pouring outside and theres Romance in mind.It poured and washed away my tears,Tears from the endless heaven of memories.
I think its raining there for all of you.Let the harmony of rain bind all of us.
Into each and every life some rain has to fall.