Celebrating Rain, Celebrating Life!

It is raining, and raining profusely at that. And I take this particular opportunity to sit down and write. On this particular occasion, I don’t cast around for topics; am not at a loss for words. Rain makes me wake up to Life once again, and observe its moves and whims with renewed interest. It stirs in me emotions that define me, my essence. I can’t restrain myself from taking part in the celebrations that are sparked by the soft thud of rain.

What celebrations, you ask? Do you see that sapling getting drenched in rain? Yes, it seldom appears as beautiful as it does now. Rain drops fall, pitter patter, drenching every part of it. The leaves, the stem respond with nods, and shivers, as the rain drops slide off them, as reluctantly as two lovers parting at the end of a romantic rendezvous. The sapling is the perfect picture of contentment, a contentment that you feel, when you are in love.

And then slowly, in gradual degrees, the deluge is reduced to a drizzle. The sapling is a bit sad – the moment of parting has come. But then, the sapling can still feel the touch of rain on her – the happiness within, makes her a pretty sight. She knows that they are not parting forever. They will meet again, and again, and again…to celebrate Love and celebrate Life.

And Nothing Else Matters!

A New Day Has Come

Life is beautiful. Because, I can enjoy the rain.

Rain coming down in sheets. Kissing, caressing and petting the young saplings and the big giants of trees, alike. No discrimination, no inhibitions. Love with no holds barred.

Rain coming down in sheets. Inviting, asking me to soak life in, to take to new people, new things, new experiences, new phenomena. To not discard the Past, but to lock it up in some inner recess of my mind, to be enjoyed in privilege.

Rain coming down in sheets. Washing the dirt and the dust. And all that’s waste. Giving me a clean slate. To start afresh.

Rain coming down in sheets. Sweeping me away. Off my feet. Promising to take me to those nooks and crannies of life I have never had the courage to explore before.

Rain coming down in sheets. Unlocking emotions. Kids dancing on the streets. People smiling open, wide smiles. A tear trickles down from the corner of the eye as a memory barges in. But the call of the rain is tempting. Too tempting to be ignored. I gently pull away from it, to be one with the rain.

Rain coming down in sheets. Peace takes over. Freedom from pain delivered. Ecstasy coursing through. Peace, Freedom, Ecstasy.

“Let the rain come down and wash away my tears

Let it fill my soul and drown my tears

Let it shatter the walls for a new sun

A new day has come” (A New Day Has Come, Celine Dion)

Waiting for You....

I am waiting for You. Waiting for You to come and wrap me in your arms, so tightly that no pain, no bitterness, no spite can get to me. Your love will guard me against all that and more!

I am waiting for You. Waiting for You to come and kiss me tenderly on my forehead so that I can look up into your eyes and find them telling my favorite story – the one that you keep to yourself, of how much you love me; of how you will never let go of me!

I am waiting for You. Waiting for You to come and take me away, into your own world, where there will be just the two of us, where there will be bliss, where I can finally say that I have come Home!  

Its You!

There are times when am all alone, and my inner demons corner me and try to beat the hell out of me. And I think of You. Your thought saves me and saves the day – it helps me get a grip on myself and I fight back, knowing that You want me to. 

There are times when confusion barges in, and with the cacophony of opinions around, it goes on to reign supreme. And I think of You again. And I am able to tune out the noise, rein in the madness, because I can’t afford to let you down.

There are times when I just want to run away. And I pack my bags. And I think of You, yet again. And then I stop, right in my tracks. Because I know You love me and won’t let go of me ever. 

It is You, and it will always be You. ‘You’ are Love, ‘You’ are Life.

Raining Memories, Reigning memories

It is raining. And it is ushering in memories. Memories that have nothing to do with the rain, but in essence echo the spirit of rain. Free falling, liberating, healing – rain makes me feel free, makes me feel light, makes me feel at peace…with myself.


It is raining. And am letting go… Letting go of all that was pulling me down, holding me back – the tears get washed away, and embalm the bleeding wounds.

It is raining. And the noise around is getting tuned out. The soul falls quiet. And speaks...just to Me. Softly but clearly. We understand each other perfectly. And I fall in love, all over again…with that little girl who, decades back, had stepped out in the rain one evening, squealing in joy as the little droplets had kissed her brown skin.

It is raining. And the boundaries are getting blurred. The woman has receded into the background. Let the little girl reign…for now.

That Sudden Smile

I had planned to cry myself to sleep. To let the pain finally take over, no longer trying to snuff it out. Yeah, all this while it had been roaring, trying to fight its way to the surface. And I had been pleading with it and at times, just smothering it and trying to keep myself in order.

But at the fag end of the day, on my way back home, my mind chose to skate lightly on the fading moments.

Some of them stood out – they had somehow managed to make me smile – and it had been a heartfelt smile, and not a cursory one. It might have been that unexpected friendly smile when I was expecting to be taken to task or that heartwarming gesture which showed that some still cared for that shy mouse of a girl who was always on edge.

And I just realized – Life has its own offbeat ways of making you smile…