15 April 2010
What is it about the monsoon that always evokes a warm, fuzzy feeling?
Especially the first showers that caress the eager earth. Is it the cold chill that envelops you?
Is it the staying indoors forcibly?
Is it watching the rain go pitter-patter through the windows of your home? Like a child with bewildered eyes watching the snowfall for the very first time?
Is it the hot cuppa chai that instantly energizes you?
Is it being caught unwares by a sudden downpour?
Is it being huddled together inside your cozy home with your spouse/child?
Is it having nothing to do but listening to the spalsh of water across the window panes and the swaying of trees against the wind?
Is it the cliched "smell of wet earth after the first shower"? As cliched as it may sound, that smell is truly the most enchanting fragrances ever.
I think it is all of these but mostly the smell of your childhood that fills your heart with a strange longing after every first shower. Because the smell takes you back to the days when you were so little, so carefree and so happy. The rains meant dancing - in complete carefree abandon.
It is that one smell that instantly reminds you of your childhood. The other being the smell of your mom's kitchen.
There is someting truly magical about Mother Earth when she is quenched after a long dry spell. It fills your senses and you want it to go on and on. More so because you know its so transitory. Here now, gone a second later.