"there is no sorrow that a painted sky can not dispel" - I say. the eternal beauty of an orange,crimson or violet sky is something beyond human suffering, it shall always be there, and in that knowledge lies consolation and joy. it will take your heart in it's invisible palm and toss it,so high that it would almost touch the glory of a setting sun amidst heavy clouds,and that lucky heart will bring down with it such sparkles of instant laughter and awe and breathtaking pleasure- that you can not help but be merry.
after the gold ,orange fiery glory, came the wind, the fast,moving,haunting wind that brings with it the warnings of an impending storm.
there are so many types of winds, In a normal summer's day ,let's count.
In the early mornings,when one wakes up with the insistent robin's call ringing in one's ear, and a smile appears out of no where,as you take a deep breath, the early morning's gentle,cool air fills your lungs to the brim- giving life and hope for a new day. (I haven't been smiling so much as I awake lately, I am rectifying that from this moment,as it is not good)
wake up before 7 for these pleasures.
than between 8 to 9 , you can be sure to encounter the little,frolicsome, colourful wafts of winds , like young maidens in long chiffons,that are alternately cool and a little hot, they play with your hair with so much vigour that you are angry at them at times but never for too long.
10 sees you trying to keep out of the sun as much as possible, but the wind hasn't become molten lava yet, it will continue on to be a pleasant warm breeze till 2, so if you are in the shade, you can make friends with them- they have enough energy in them to keep you cool enough in the shade.
after 2 pm though, the picture changes, the air has taken a fancy to the sun, their allegiance has changed, you are no longer friends, and the summer's famous "fire wind" starts. it blows at high speed, sweeping up dry,defeated leaves and dirt,round and round it goes, it tries to pierce your skin, if you are unlucky enough to be out in the sun at the time, they fairly burn you- makes it raw and sun burnt, these are the mighty summer winds of the great plains of India. beware O' traveller, you have been warned!
these daemonic winds will only be a little calmer and cooler after 6, when their faithful companion , the sun, is compelled to leave them, they go to rest,slowly, resisting, but they have to give way again, to the almost pleasant night air, which will grow more pleasanter as the hours grow late.
people have written a lot of our summers and our sun, but never of winds, how can they ignore the winds? a summer is nothing spectacular,if it doesn't have it's winds.
what ever was left of my mood of utter misery was swept away in the storm that followed the spectacular light and cloud formations. No sorrow can hold it's sway against a torrent of fresh rain. sunsets, sunrises, storms and other natural beauties hold the secrets to the simple kind of happiness, which we all strive but do not always remember how to get. they teach the heart to become patient again, to calm down and stop worrying, they do make us understand that we can not hope to understand everything, and to still be alright with it.
Before I left for my walk this evening, I was feeling like a weary old soul, treading on broken feet and with bent back -that had had the worst day of their life- young people feel very old and very wise- that just shows how young they are -so says the author of Anne of green Gables Ms.Montgomery. she is right.
as I exited the gate, I looked up at the trees and the the sky,and in an instant, the world was fairer and I was young again, the spring in my step returned, and I became confident that the pain can not last forever, not when the world was so beautiful. dad was looking at me from the window, and he had to ask , "who are you smiling at so besottedly ?"- "the sky dad, at the sky." I felt as if the whole display was arranged for me,and why not- it was because nature wants me to be happy. Nature gives to all that want to benefit.
the more I walked , the more lighter became my heart.I walked faster, I was a butterfly just out of it's cocoon and ready to fly.I went to my aunt,dragged her out and showed her the sky,and we went for a walk farther, to talk and and to discover. we set under a fully bloomed golden shower tree, watched the twilight come , and the clouds form, and the lone star that peeked from the side of a fat, round,black and white cloud was smiling at us,twinkling. we made a wish on the evening's first,cheerful star.
phones are good for taking pictures on the go,but it does drag you out of your little worlds of pleasure.it happened to us, and we walked back - And while I was going alone, big,fat drops of water started to fall through the charged air. I made a dash for it,cutting through a shortcut in the dark, under four huge mango trees, not because I minded getting wet, just because of the fun of it. those trees , dark ,unfathomable silhouettes smiled down at me through their mighty branches and leaves, and I felt a new kind affinity with them. they now know that I have grown, In a way, for I now know a new kind of pain, and they always support when there is need for it. I laughed at them, waving them goodbye,they are old,wise and good friends. (yeahh.....sometimes people catch me making obscure gestures in the air- but I usually escape without being noticed)
I ran and ran,Just because I wanted to,and not because I had to, and reached home with bursting lungs, and than,it rained in earnest.
I wish the next morning is beautiful,of course it will be,in it's own way. I wish that everyone can see the beauties of life and delight in them, I wish that everyone will keep dreaming and hoping and believing, no matter how disillusioned they feel or how cruel life's odd phases may be, and I wish the same for me, for I will always be me.
p.s. a formal introduction to the two little calves who visited me few days back.
after the gold ,orange fiery glory, came the wind, the fast,moving,haunting wind that brings with it the warnings of an impending storm.
there are so many types of winds, In a normal summer's day ,let's count.
In the early mornings,when one wakes up with the insistent robin's call ringing in one's ear, and a smile appears out of no where,as you take a deep breath, the early morning's gentle,cool air fills your lungs to the brim- giving life and hope for a new day. (I haven't been smiling so much as I awake lately, I am rectifying that from this moment,as it is not good)
wake up before 7 for these pleasures.
than between 8 to 9 , you can be sure to encounter the little,frolicsome, colourful wafts of winds , like young maidens in long chiffons,that are alternately cool and a little hot, they play with your hair with so much vigour that you are angry at them at times but never for too long.
10 sees you trying to keep out of the sun as much as possible, but the wind hasn't become molten lava yet, it will continue on to be a pleasant warm breeze till 2, so if you are in the shade, you can make friends with them- they have enough energy in them to keep you cool enough in the shade.
after 2 pm though, the picture changes, the air has taken a fancy to the sun, their allegiance has changed, you are no longer friends, and the summer's famous "fire wind" starts. it blows at high speed, sweeping up dry,defeated leaves and dirt,round and round it goes, it tries to pierce your skin, if you are unlucky enough to be out in the sun at the time, they fairly burn you- makes it raw and sun burnt, these are the mighty summer winds of the great plains of India. beware O' traveller, you have been warned!
these daemonic winds will only be a little calmer and cooler after 6, when their faithful companion , the sun, is compelled to leave them, they go to rest,slowly, resisting, but they have to give way again, to the almost pleasant night air, which will grow more pleasanter as the hours grow late.
people have written a lot of our summers and our sun, but never of winds, how can they ignore the winds? a summer is nothing spectacular,if it doesn't have it's winds.
what ever was left of my mood of utter misery was swept away in the storm that followed the spectacular light and cloud formations. No sorrow can hold it's sway against a torrent of fresh rain. sunsets, sunrises, storms and other natural beauties hold the secrets to the simple kind of happiness, which we all strive but do not always remember how to get. they teach the heart to become patient again, to calm down and stop worrying, they do make us understand that we can not hope to understand everything, and to still be alright with it.
Before I left for my walk this evening, I was feeling like a weary old soul, treading on broken feet and with bent back -that had had the worst day of their life- young people feel very old and very wise- that just shows how young they are -so says the author of Anne of green Gables Ms.Montgomery. she is right.
as I exited the gate, I looked up at the trees and the the sky,and in an instant, the world was fairer and I was young again, the spring in my step returned, and I became confident that the pain can not last forever, not when the world was so beautiful. dad was looking at me from the window, and he had to ask , "who are you smiling at so besottedly ?"- "the sky dad, at the sky." I felt as if the whole display was arranged for me,and why not- it was because nature wants me to be happy. Nature gives to all that want to benefit.
the more I walked , the more lighter became my heart.I walked faster, I was a butterfly just out of it's cocoon and ready to fly.I went to my aunt,dragged her out and showed her the sky,and we went for a walk farther, to talk and and to discover. we set under a fully bloomed golden shower tree, watched the twilight come , and the clouds form, and the lone star that peeked from the side of a fat, round,black and white cloud was smiling at us,twinkling. we made a wish on the evening's first,cheerful star.
phones are good for taking pictures on the go,but it does drag you out of your little worlds of pleasure.it happened to us, and we walked back - And while I was going alone, big,fat drops of water started to fall through the charged air. I made a dash for it,cutting through a shortcut in the dark, under four huge mango trees, not because I minded getting wet, just because of the fun of it. those trees , dark ,unfathomable silhouettes smiled down at me through their mighty branches and leaves, and I felt a new kind affinity with them. they now know that I have grown, In a way, for I now know a new kind of pain, and they always support when there is need for it. I laughed at them, waving them goodbye,they are old,wise and good friends. (yeahh.....sometimes people catch me making obscure gestures in the air- but I usually escape without being noticed)
I ran and ran,Just because I wanted to,and not because I had to, and reached home with bursting lungs, and than,it rained in earnest.
I wish the next morning is beautiful,of course it will be,in it's own way. I wish that everyone can see the beauties of life and delight in them, I wish that everyone will keep dreaming and hoping and believing, no matter how disillusioned they feel or how cruel life's odd phases may be, and I wish the same for me, for I will always be me.
p.s. a formal introduction to the two little calves who visited me few days back.
