Ever heard this word-
HA! It means a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days...
Oh what a perfect word to describe everything that I feel for rain.
Well so I guess today I am gonna blabber about my love for rain, because
1. Its rainy season going on and
2. I just realized that I am a Pluviophile. More like P-L-U-V-I-O-P-H-I-L-E!
So most likely our affair began long ago I guess, when I first understood what rain is. It was so long ago I dont even remember anymore.
The first place which was my home in childhood, I would sit out in our porch so as to feel the cool evening breezes which eventually turn into cold wind and then rain starts to fall slowly and then beating on the summer evenings. I still remember the shiny red sunlit sky when my grand mother would tell me that its because Mars is so close to earth now. I dont know whether it was right or wrong, but really the sky would grow red or magenta like the red and yellow and orange colors faded on wet paper, and logically I liked to believe that.
We had huge opening window out in our hall made of wire net whose curtains wouldn't stay still in beating rain, and we would have to tie them up with threads.
Then the next home we moved in was a little one, of two rooms but we still had a balcony which we shared with one other neighbor, and we lived on first floor but we could see the huge canopy of jasmine flowers and rained flowers in the area below on the ground floor. Man those were my favorite rainy days, when we would listen rain slowly beating up on the steel sheds of our home and clean puddles of water on black granite floors which would turn colder than freezing water. Once we saw a cloud pass so close to our balcony , that we could have caught it with our hands if we were having height enough. I never ever saw any cloud close to that height ever in my life after that incident. I even remember what I wrote in my journal after that.
"Today kshitija and me saw a cloud passing just above our balcony, we tried to catch it but he seemed to be in hurry of going somewhere so fast"
Ha Ha! Maybe the cloud wasnt really that close to catch but I like that memory of my childhood, like seeing something impossible for the first time. :)
after that we shifted our home to another place, which also had a window to the hall, and still we could see the beating rain outside or listen to its putter in the night.
In this part of my memories I have a crazy painful memory, Once I had went to see the dancing programs which they would organize in a fair near to our home. and I was sitting right next to the stage while one girl , 2-3 years younger that me was sitting behind me with her mother. who had an umbrella in her hand. And I wasn't paying attention to her at all until I felt something beat so damn hard in my back, I looked back with the teary eyes and saw her looking at me furiously saying that she told me to move aside as she cant see.She had just beat the end of umbrella on my back. I just looked at her mother and she took umbrella away from her hands and I went home in pouring rain without seeing the performances after that.
The next home we shifted had a big villa sort of house in front of our balcony. And they had a really beautiful canopy of small pink flowers at the front door. Me and my sister would go to pick those up if they have fallen on ground after the rain. Me and Kshitija would sit in that balcony with two chairs oppositely facing and sharing one blanket and sipping our tea while laughing at something stupid until mom practically grabbed us in. Damn! How much I miss her now...
after that we shifted to our own home, which is on the ground floor and we have a small area left for a small temple. Well now the rain still putters whole night but then its like behind a closed door.
One of my most favorite memory of rainy days is once I was returning from Mumbai and our bus had stopped somewhere in slow falling rain, almost like a falling snow, so surreal. and we were at the exact corner of a orange neon light bulb and it seemed as if gold drops were slowly drifting out of the sky. Very slowly, as if being too fragile.
Then comes the rain in my college where I completed my PG. Its still one of my favorite places in rain, because it feels so beautiful to even take a stroll out there in rain. I can never forget how much I would crave for rain to come down when I would leave the campus so I could have few moments of my own bliss. :)
And then...
Today, I am here. sitting in my small office, watching rain still pour over a small lawn and garden outside. watching two little sparrows hiding in ornamental trees like two lovers seeking for a place to make out, or hundreds of dragon flies circling in sky with sun and rain,and it reminds me of all the time I have been in love with rain. And how lovely the truth feels that it maybe the only thing I will ever treasure in my life, to never ever trade it for all the jewels in the world. And how phenomenal this feeling must be that they had to invent a word for people like us. :D Well these were all the memories I have cherished so far, perhaps my upcoming rains will be more romantic. :)
So this one is to Rain! Being one of the things in my life, for which I live by heart.
Merci!
HA! It means a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days...
Oh what a perfect word to describe everything that I feel for rain.
Well so I guess today I am gonna blabber about my love for rain, because
1. Its rainy season going on and
2. I just realized that I am a Pluviophile. More like P-L-U-V-I-O-P-H-I-L-E!
So most likely our affair began long ago I guess, when I first understood what rain is. It was so long ago I dont even remember anymore.
The first place which was my home in childhood, I would sit out in our porch so as to feel the cool evening breezes which eventually turn into cold wind and then rain starts to fall slowly and then beating on the summer evenings. I still remember the shiny red sunlit sky when my grand mother would tell me that its because Mars is so close to earth now. I dont know whether it was right or wrong, but really the sky would grow red or magenta like the red and yellow and orange colors faded on wet paper, and logically I liked to believe that.
We had huge opening window out in our hall made of wire net whose curtains wouldn't stay still in beating rain, and we would have to tie them up with threads.
Then the next home we moved in was a little one, of two rooms but we still had a balcony which we shared with one other neighbor, and we lived on first floor but we could see the huge canopy of jasmine flowers and rained flowers in the area below on the ground floor. Man those were my favorite rainy days, when we would listen rain slowly beating up on the steel sheds of our home and clean puddles of water on black granite floors which would turn colder than freezing water. Once we saw a cloud pass so close to our balcony , that we could have caught it with our hands if we were having height enough. I never ever saw any cloud close to that height ever in my life after that incident. I even remember what I wrote in my journal after that.
"Today kshitija and me saw a cloud passing just above our balcony, we tried to catch it but he seemed to be in hurry of going somewhere so fast"
Ha Ha! Maybe the cloud wasnt really that close to catch but I like that memory of my childhood, like seeing something impossible for the first time. :)
after that we shifted our home to another place, which also had a window to the hall, and still we could see the beating rain outside or listen to its putter in the night.
In this part of my memories I have a crazy painful memory, Once I had went to see the dancing programs which they would organize in a fair near to our home. and I was sitting right next to the stage while one girl , 2-3 years younger that me was sitting behind me with her mother. who had an umbrella in her hand. And I wasn't paying attention to her at all until I felt something beat so damn hard in my back, I looked back with the teary eyes and saw her looking at me furiously saying that she told me to move aside as she cant see.She had just beat the end of umbrella on my back. I just looked at her mother and she took umbrella away from her hands and I went home in pouring rain without seeing the performances after that.
The next home we shifted had a big villa sort of house in front of our balcony. And they had a really beautiful canopy of small pink flowers at the front door. Me and my sister would go to pick those up if they have fallen on ground after the rain. Me and Kshitija would sit in that balcony with two chairs oppositely facing and sharing one blanket and sipping our tea while laughing at something stupid until mom practically grabbed us in. Damn! How much I miss her now...
after that we shifted to our own home, which is on the ground floor and we have a small area left for a small temple. Well now the rain still putters whole night but then its like behind a closed door.
One of my most favorite memory of rainy days is once I was returning from Mumbai and our bus had stopped somewhere in slow falling rain, almost like a falling snow, so surreal. and we were at the exact corner of a orange neon light bulb and it seemed as if gold drops were slowly drifting out of the sky. Very slowly, as if being too fragile.
Then comes the rain in my college where I completed my PG. Its still one of my favorite places in rain, because it feels so beautiful to even take a stroll out there in rain. I can never forget how much I would crave for rain to come down when I would leave the campus so I could have few moments of my own bliss. :)
And then...
Today, I am here. sitting in my small office, watching rain still pour over a small lawn and garden outside. watching two little sparrows hiding in ornamental trees like two lovers seeking for a place to make out, or hundreds of dragon flies circling in sky with sun and rain,and it reminds me of all the time I have been in love with rain. And how lovely the truth feels that it maybe the only thing I will ever treasure in my life, to never ever trade it for all the jewels in the world. And how phenomenal this feeling must be that they had to invent a word for people like us. :D Well these were all the memories I have cherished so far, perhaps my upcoming rains will be more romantic. :)
So this one is to Rain! Being one of the things in my life, for which I live by heart.
Merci!
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