I wonder, sitting there on the roof top of my house, how life can be so calm ? You know the past few days, the nights have been so beautiful, the smell so pristine and the darkness so revealing. All I do in those 6 hour nights is think about nothing contemporary, nothing today. All I can do is wonder.
I do not wonder about the lack of peace and harmony on earth nor about the chickens being slaughtered (I have the rest of the day to do that). I wonder about the smell of the air from where it comes and to where it will go. I do not know why but it has been so long since I have smelt the fragrance of the air before the rain. My excuse should not be that it hasn't rained in a while but it should be that I have chose to forget. But thanks to the second chances that nature keeps giving us again and again, I remember !
Suddenly I remember the smell of the air, the sand, the trees and the land, just before the rain. This time I do not want to forget.
So much time we spend thinking about the lack of peace on earth, etc. We just add to the fact that we are simply letting by the little piece of nature that does remain.
It has been four hours now and rain's foreplay still lasts. I get back to my room, with the electricity missing. I lie on my bed with the six inch emergency light wondering about the smell in the air, trying hard to retain it in my mind. Because that smell, the smell before the rain, gets me into a perfect world which says "What is done is done, shall we start over again ?". Then I wonder, what if everyone would just lie and think the same. With every breath the air takes me to the real world, the created perfect world.
The thing is I have not fooled myself into this real world. Nature is giving me a chance get in there even if it is only for two more hours.
Now the funny thing is its been four hours and still no rain. Well may be this time rain's foreplay was just to tell all the people who are awake "lets go, lets start over". "Well I am here, I am awake, so lets go..." I think out loud, even if I am the only one in the real world, well at least I am not leaving nature alone, I am its hope for once.
So smell the air before the rain, join nature and me there.
"Lets start over..."
5 comments:
i dunno if its the situation i'm in right now.. but ssomehow your words made a tremendous impact right now!
Because that smell, the smell before the rain, gets me into a perfect world which says "What is done is done, shall we start over again ?"
soo beautiful...
u made the smell of the earth so tangible with your words.. but what has affected me more... is how the intangible has been expressed.
ps:varun... u picked my favorite line!
life is so perfect right now..
no complaints ..no regrets..
and still ...hope and second chances continue to make me smile :)
and i 'hope' you think about the chickens being slaughtered ;)
Subset! Hmm.. Just read ra! I always loved the rain and the smell of it. But then i thought it too sacred. I always hoped that noone wrote about it. 'Cus as beautiful as it is, I always thought it would be ruined if someone did try to write about it. And i think i was quite right. I know what you are talking about. But like i said, i believe somethings arent supposed to be written in such detail! but who am i to comment, eh? I remember this one para i read in HBP. It was something about a love potion (no, do not try to make this corny or cheesey) that smelt differently to different people. i guess it's the same here. Both with respect to the article AND my view.
On a different note, I'd say, keep it up!
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