Only sound that punctuated the silence was the not so distant blare of horns and screeches of brakes of trucks and cars on the nearby road. No wind blew to rustle the leaves. I had had a pretty hard day, spending most of it on my legs which were accustomed to sitting for the past few years. It was hot and sweltering and there seemed to be no way out of it.
On top of this, the idea of having Aloe Vera tea had, not surprisingly backfired, soaking me even more. There was a ton of work to do and I couldn't muster myself to even lift a pencil.
Then it happened. It all began with an innocuous swish of wind rattling my window panes. It only took a moment for me to recognize the good old wind which used to blow in May during my childhood, the one which got all of us out into the porch in anticipation :) It blew again and again and the tamarind leaves danced in anticipation shattering the silence into thousand broken pieces. It fell drop by drop, slow at first and then a torrent cooling the warm, listless,dusty land effortlessly.
The rhythm of precious droplets were broken by a bird here and a squirrel there. All life had decided to come out and frolic for a moment. This was made more than evident by the content shouts and calls from the floors below, filled with relief and happiness. The leafs looked fresh and green with all the red dust washed away and bright droplets glittering in the setting sun's rays. And as it waxed and waned, the soil started speaking.
The smell of fresh soil, after the first rain drifted through my window, the most delicate and organic of smells. If someone ever tried to find the smell that represented life, this wouldn't be far off from the right guess ! So came the first rain of the year :D
On top of this, the idea of having Aloe Vera tea had, not surprisingly backfired, soaking me even more. There was a ton of work to do and I couldn't muster myself to even lift a pencil.
Then it happened. It all began with an innocuous swish of wind rattling my window panes. It only took a moment for me to recognize the good old wind which used to blow in May during my childhood, the one which got all of us out into the porch in anticipation :) It blew again and again and the tamarind leaves danced in anticipation shattering the silence into thousand broken pieces. It fell drop by drop, slow at first and then a torrent cooling the warm, listless,dusty land effortlessly.
The rhythm of precious droplets were broken by a bird here and a squirrel there. All life had decided to come out and frolic for a moment. This was made more than evident by the content shouts and calls from the floors below, filled with relief and happiness. The leafs looked fresh and green with all the red dust washed away and bright droplets glittering in the setting sun's rays. And as it waxed and waned, the soil started speaking.
The smell of fresh soil, after the first rain drifted through my window, the most delicate and organic of smells. If someone ever tried to find the smell that represented life, this wouldn't be far off from the right guess ! So came the first rain of the year :D
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