And its monsoon again....
the blues skies suddenly turn dark with grey clouds hovering over as if threatening them to obey their commands....and the cool breeze obliging people on earth with their chilling gust that runs down the spine...
the sultry weather is bid a good bye and most emphatically so....
but where are the rains???? do they just keep playing hide and seek??
were they merely illusory relief....?
i shoot back the times of the days when Sri Radha must've spent hours waiting for her eternal love to arrive....even for the rains which would mark their divine unison.....along with peacocks and flowers blooms and friends to cajole nothing would give her the inner peace as would the glance of her loved one....
ahhh...i wasnt even complete with my thought process that i could feel the rain drops pouring down...it started off in full force...
and i had not the chance to go out and run in the open lawn to dance all about feeling the showers in the rhythm of the rains....
i was standing quietly near the window outside my room in office and quietly feeling them on my palms extended outside.....not to miss the feeling as always...nothing new yet so refreshing....so soulfully exciting.....
i could see the little birds sitting underneath leaves to protect themselves from the gradually intensifying down pour...but even they were enjoying it
shrugging their dry wings and few happily raising their little beaks to gulp a few cool drops....
