The Divine Drops
It struck me
today and it struck me hard ... It is blasphemy for me ... Nearly two months of
blogging ... one shy of a dozen posts (Yes I know, for you all serious bloggers this
is nothing, but to a toddler like me it means a milestone) touching 800 page
views .. All this and I have yet not written a single word for something I love
the most in my life. This can’t be …and so I write.
I write a
tribute to the love of my life ...Raindrops!!!
Those
innocent little droplets that fall on you from up above and make everything around
you so worth looking, living and admiring. Those clear crystals, through which
when you see the world, it looks much more beautiful than it was a moment
before. Those, “touch me not ephemerals”
who define the timelessness of beauty, they may not live forever but stay they
do … forever framed in moments, nostalgia and happy memories.
It is a
shared love, I know. It’s not just me in this relationship …it is an infinitoangle
love relationship. Because each one who has walked on the mother earth,
has atleast once in his life, rejoiced looking at those tiny drops of divinity …it
is a love at first sight each time and every time. Well that’s OK, I am not the
possessive type, I have always believed that a thing of beauty or a masterpiece
creation, is not to be owned but shared. It becomes more valuable that way.
If I had to
write a book on the “photo” moments of my life,
it would be full of raindrops. As a kid I remember, how I used to cry “cat
and dogs” when it was raining “Cat and dogs” outside and Rambishan Bhyya, my
rickshaw puller, would come home to tell us that the school had declared a
rainy day. I didn’t like it a bit ..my wonderful ride to school has just been
snatched from me. My chance of passing through, all the beautiful rainy sites –
a man on his cycle with a polythene bag on his head, or the lady selling
flowers, running with her basket of flowers on her head, and the one site which
made me envy’s child – seeing those kids at the construction site jumping and
dancing in rain. Even today I want to be one of them.
My madness
for rains goes to the eccentric limits… that’s what some of my friends tell me.
But if you have ever been in love you will understand. Alrighty, let me put it
simply to you… well if given a chance to be with the one you love the most,
would you think of ways to avoid him or make sure that you two meet… The later
right!! So that’s what I do…what’s the big deal about that??? I have never
bought an umbrella or a rain coat …because when my God sends me my gift I want
to be ready to receive it with open heart always. I feel it would be a bad omen
if I carry an umbrella with me, He would get the wrong hint and not send rains
my way.
The
freshness, the softness, that aromatic romance…everything is just perfect about
rains. The first drop that falls on you, delivering the missive of an impending
downpour … the happiness emanating from the soil showing its excitement to meet
her friend … the walk in the rain hand in hand with THE person…the indulgence
in pakodas and chai sitting at the
balcony, overlooking lush green trees fresh after a bath… The list can go on...each
of us have our own shares of rainy memories.
So this was
my rendition towards the first love of my life … I can’t thank God enough for
making something as beautiful as raindrops.. They inspire me to be like them…transparent,
clean and clear at the core, adapting seamlessly to their surroundings. They
just belong to wherever they are …and above everything else ..they make
happiness.
Shiva
I am celebrating the Write Tribe Festival of Wordsand will be
posting every day for seven days, starting today. The theme for the Festival of
Words is “seven“.
I have decided to post 7 photographs made by me which I hold very close to my
heart.
