Monsoons

Its the beginning of the end. Its just a week before I fly to the States. Right now, its the monsoons in India. I have always loved the rains. I know rains are messy, causes lots of delays and jams, but thats something I can handle. I have always been bad at handling the heat, especially during the Indian summers.

Growing up in Assam, where it rains almost throughout the year, I feel at peace when it rains. Looking at the rains through my window, with only my thoughts to accompany me, calms my whole being. The pitter-patter of rains is a beautiful lullaby to me when I'm trying to sleep with a heavy blanket wrapped around me. I am basically a loner at heart, and rains brings out the best in me.

And nothing is more beautiful to me than the Indian monsoons. The earth, the sky and the heart just sings in happiness. It's as if the long summer has put everyone and everything in a slumber, and the rains with its freshness awakens everybody, bringing joy and peace. Both the earth and human emotions are fertile once again.

I'm glad I am experiencing the Indian monsoons before I leave. Monsoons are a happy memory and a peaceful state of mind. Monsoons means regeneration, growth and new life. Monsoons means hope. I too hope that I will grow.....