Finally this evening, the rains graced us with their presence after a scorching month of heat and dust. I’ve been a rather lazy writer during the last two months primarily due to the heat becoming quite intolerable for my brain to function in a more sedate manner. However, with the freshness of the evening rains pouring over us like sweet blessings it is indeed high time for me to sharpen my intellect, rouse myself out of my temporary stupor and start writing like I’ve never written before; dotting and decorating pristine pages with my filigreed words. The rains have stopped now, but the cool air blowing across the Indian plains and the tranquil water entering the hard bosom of earth, the weather should be a rather mellowed one for the next couple of days. Generally coldness and cool weather awakens the writer and the poet in me. This is extremely detrimental for one who has been born and lives in a tropical country. Keeping my fingers crossed and hoping that the next few days become both productive as well as mentally invigorating for me. The rains and the Indian rainy season (monsoon) is something that we writers and poets across the subcontinent wait for. Amen to more refreshing weather and further rambunctious deluges.
The writing here is quite lyrical. Reminds me of the memoir “Out Of Africa” by Karen Blixen (aka Isak Dinesen). I love the first line, narrated by Meryl Streep, which opens the movie by the same title: “I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills.” You’ve captured a mood in this little piece which is not unlike that of Blixen’s work. Very nice!
Thank you so much for always encouraging me and appreciating my work 🙂
Nice piece – welcome back!
Thank you so much !
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