The ‘Eye’ of a Storm

An account of a storm as I observed (please ignore the tense errors)

Dark Clouds

 

Dark clouds looked threatening. The breeze which was balmy few minutes ago had transformed into a gale. The perfect imperfection of a storm is amazing. The leaves danced, and branches swayed to the divine tune. The swishing sound of the wind was accompanied by loud noise of banging doors. Zigzag ribbons of lightening adorned the sky. Havens illuminated for a second as I stared at the marvellous sight….When did the first rains kiss the Earth? How many years ago?  Was there any living being to witness?

The wind plays with my hair as rain drops weave as pearls. The touch of cold water feels divine on the skin. Last few days were hot and humid and lashing rains feel heavenly.

My plants are happily getting drenched. What does rain remind me? It reminds me of one day as a child, I had walked home in the rains with a friend instead of travelling in the school bus. I remember the rich hot chocolate we had after reaching home.

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Tea was what I needed.  I crossed over to the kitchen to switch on the light. It felt like late evening though it was just afternoon.

The money plant near the window created a delicate shadow pattern on the window.

Water boiled and I added the tea leaves, the golden liquid was rippling. Taking my cup outside, I sipped with closed eyes. Somehow, the spoon and the cup together made interesting music. I realised drinking tea can also be a meditative experience.

I am glad to discover the splendour of rains…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dearest Muse

Purple and White

Dearest Muse,

I am lost for words dear Muse when I try to express my adoration for you. You gave words to my writing, you who created dreamy images from everyday things, gave me the ability to express thoughts, feelings and observations.

It is not easy to capture those ephemeral moments in words. However, I will try to tell you how much I love and cherish you. As a small child when you visited me through fairy tales to fire my imagination. Holding your hand I walked through troubled waters of life. In the day, I met you in innumerable forms. Sometimes you would dance on the violet petals, or you would peep from a tree branch making me curious. At times, you would fly in the sky and ride on the cloud boats. Clouds and rainbows were your favourite haunts.

Hey Muse, did you know you are my truest friend? You have made me what I am today. You never ridiculed my initial efforts or compared me with others. You just took me as a protégé and wandered through the land. You did not teach, neither did you preach nor had any rules. You just left me to experiment by lighting my curiosity with the matchstick of imagination. You had no agenda or expectations. The world around me had expectations rules and regulation, where freedom could hardly breathe. In the Muse land, however, I was allowed to float, fly walk, sit, brood, cry, talk or say ….It depended on me and no one else. In your presence, I could be ‘me’. There was no need to adhere to rules or be apprehensive about pleasing others.

I have enjoyed thoroughly, travelling with you Muse, to the perfumed lands of Arabia, the gardens of Babylon or to the land of Snow White and Cinderella.  You got me interested with the Sea King’s Kingdom and Prince of Light helped me to understand that darkness and light are two sides of a coin. You gave me the words to play. I devised the games and could weave fantastical tales you applauded wordlessly and that silent applause became a resplendent  song. Today, my heart sings the unsung melody which only you can hear.

Thank you Muse,

A bow with deep gratitude

Me

 

 

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