Saturday, August 11, 2012

The Magic Called Monsoon

It is common knowledge that monsoon is the season for lovers and artists. Well, I fit into both profiles - I am a romantic at heart and art flows in my veins. Okay, enough of lies and self-flattery. Simply put, I LOVE THE RAINS.

There is something truly magical and refreshing about the rain that energizes me, uplifts my mood even if for only as long as the raindrops and their after effects last, but it does. Now that I am recovering slowly (Oh! Thanks for asking, yeah my ankle is seeing gradual improvement), as soon as I hear the pitter patter of raindrops on my window AC (a slight deviation from the quintessential 'raindrops on my window sill', thanks to modernization), I run (or limp) along to the garden first and then to the front door to capture the amazing feel and look of the baarish. It invariably feels heavenly and refreshing. Easily defines divinity for me. No wonder that I vehemently advocate the rains' widespread use as instant mood-lifter and an all-natural aphrodisiac. God, what is it with the rain-haters, are they daft?!


Now most of my readers are familiar with my love for my garden and for the camera alike. Earlier I wrote about the joys of nature at my doorstep and of the surprisingly pleasant weather that the month of April brought with it this year. So here I present again, the look and feel of actual monsoon rains and the magical effects they have on everything, right from the smallest of species alive and kickin' under the soil to the newly sprouted leaves on the Guava tree and the fruit it bears. Everything is just so beautiful enticing exquisite!

Just one of the 20 odd shots I took of this particular beauty. (That moment when you realize you have a new muse. And it is a fruit, that too a guava)

I like to think of my garden in the rains as a lush tropical rainforest.
Water, water everywhere. Would anyone like to take a drink?

Ah, that nosey little neighbor Mr.Crow again. Never fail to make an appearance now, do we?

Every crawling, wriggling, cute little thing out there makes my sister cringe in horror. No wonder I love them!

And that's the crowning glory of the place. If only it housed things less nefarious than those evil vampire-like honey bees.


Love birds on a temporary break, eh?

I cannot describe what a rush clicking these pictures gives me. The pain in the foot seems to disappear for a while and I tune my senses to the sound and feel of the world of green and of all things natural and thriving. It is, as I say, a joy like none other. Simply love the Delhi monsoon!









P.S. What are you still doing, scrolling down to read my highly over-rated words? Go, move your lazy bum out there into the open - street, terrace, backyard whatever - and immerse into the magic called monsoon!


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