Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Peeping through clouds yesterday

Growling dark clouds were chasing me. I ran as fast as my little legs could manage. The wind surrounded me, fierce and howling. The tall eucalyptus trees lining the road ahead bent over in reverence to a force they could do nothing but obey. Running didn't really require much strength as I was carried along by the wind.

As the grey dullness acquired a darker shade, I clanged the wrought iron gate open and sprinted up the driveway. Finally, home. A heart stopping roar of thunder hit hard and lightning streaked everything menacingly. I saw shattered glass lying about as Ma opened the door a wee bit to let me in. With the storms, windowpanes banged hard and broke regularly.

And then, from the warm and cozy comforts inside, I kneel on a high chair and watch in amazement the fury that unfurls outside. Suddenly it's an anti climax as everything is soothed by rain slashing down hard. Visibility becomes a uniform hazy blur and the rhythmic pouring of rain leaves nothing more to see. I get off my chair and head towards the plate of sizzling fries and hot cakes.

This is how childhood was. But even today whenever the sky turns grey, I unconsciously look for bending trees. I watch the clouds rolling by in wonder. I see the top of the hills disappear in a mist of cloud and prepare myself for deafening thunder. I rush and make myself some coffee to sip with hot samosas. I invite memories of a time lived in a little town with rains throughout the year.

And today, a little bit of childhood did come calling.

9 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

hey animita,

back with a bang!! was eagerly waiting for u to get back to blogging :-)))
totally love ur blog

Veena

6:21 PM  
Blogger Arunima said...

welcome back.

Have similar memories of the rains. When it rains, it used to go on for days but here in this city, it doesn't happen. One hour of rain and flood.

7:32 PM  
Blogger Atul Sabnis said...

they do come - thos emoments from the childhood - calling oh so unexpectedly - and even not knowing so - we wait (at least i do) for them...

welcome back, long time no read..

7:34 PM  
Blogger Shankar said...

Childhood is mostly wonderful, and always important, isn't it?

How nice that a little of it came calling back to you :)

12:21 AM  
Blogger Ardra said...

lovely blog, and i'm peeping thru a backdoor-and so shall it be until they remove the block...

9:59 AM  
Blogger anumita said...

veena: Thank you so much for watching out for me. I thought nobody visited my blog anymore.

arunima: So right. But at my place we had annual floods and then relief operations, year after year. For the same problems!

atul: Sometimes I wonder if I live more in my past than my present. Every single thing today seems to remind me of something of eons ago.

shankar: Yes, it is I think, the best phase of life, though we realise it much much later.

ardra: Thanks for taking the trouble :) I hope the block is broken soon. It's shame something like this can happen in this country.

8:19 PM  
Blogger Priyanka Mahanta said...

great write-up anumita. I don't like the rains much these days as they come usually with the bad-deal-packages like depressive mood, stinky clothes, puddles, flies anf frizzy hair. But you refreshed my memory of how I used to love taking a bath in the first shower of the season, in my childhood days. Thanx for bringing back pleasant memories to me too. Keep writing...!

3:05 PM  
Blogger Swathi said...

hey, good to see u r back,
therez something 'bout the rains which stirs my romantic self ( of course not to mention garam chai n samosas)

11:42 AM  
Blogger anumita said...

priyanka: The pleasure is mine. I think I am too much of an optimist. Frankly I never have a problem with weather and seasons. Love it all.

swathi: For good, I dont need a season :) I can eat anytime.

7:45 PM  

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