An academic by profession and a struggling writer by passion, I am an introvert who loves to spend time with her family, read books, spend time in the midst of nature and take time off from daily activities in order to simply sit and ruminate about life, its mysteries, and the myriads of philosophies that tend to baffle me.
Since I am rare on social media (having effectively relinquished their tardy company), this is my primary mode of communication with the world. Between cups of coffee and writing for my next novel, blogging is something that appeals to me the most.
I am indeed a drop of rain or a quaint fern by heart, Quiet, inconsequential and rather obscure to this turbulent and ever-changing world…
For those uninformed my name may seem rather long, however, it would be prudent to share that my first name is Lopamudra and Kalipada is the name of my father, who (during his lifetime) initiated the love for the English language in me. 🙂
Au revoir !
No drop of rain is is inconsequential, every drop has a story to tell, every drop has a life that is the result of another life, another story and every drop has a purpose, whether or not that purpose achieves its potential. Where does a drop of rain begin, where is its source? is it born in the great ocean, a lake, a river, a small stream, or perhaps just a puddle in a city street? Or is it born in the clouds that soar like great white ships, borne upon the wind far above us, sailing from port to port, bringing countless drops of evaporated moisture from the great lakes of America, or the vastness of the Pacific and Atlantic oceans, to fall back to earth in the monsoons of India or, perhaps, to fall as snow onto the mountains of Europe, where it will gradually melt and flow down through the rocks into an underground spring and emerge into a crystal clear Alpine stream, glittering in the sunlight beneath the blue, blue sky as it skips over rocks through meadows of wild flowers and soft green grass, past grazing herds of cattle with clonking brass bells around their necks, oblivious to the story of the raindrops and the rivers from which they drink. A seed planted will remain a seed until a drop of rain begins the process of germination – a new life. A single raindrop is never inconsequential, whether it waters the flowers or fills the rivers or just comes out of the tap with countless others to make a cup of tea. Every single drop has a story, you just need to tell it.
Wow ! The only thing I can say is wow 🙂 Good to see you back. And I hope we, your readers will soon be rewarded with more wonderful prose/poetry from you 🙂
I hope to write something when the muse pays a visit. Meanwhile, I’m researching my dissertation and as you know, academic writing requires structure, organisation and much concentration, which takes time. But if the words of a worthwhile piece make themselves visible, I’ll try my best to capture them.
I can understand. Academic writing can be quite precise and dry and requires the utmost concentration. Good luck to you and hoping to read your literary pieces very soon 🙂
This is very nice. Thank you, Lopamudra, for always sharing your thoughts with us, your readers.
You are most welcome 🙂