Stay on Monsoon!!

When I was a little girl, I always wrote an essay on Monsoon, whenever the topic was ‘Favourite Season’. Never did I bunk school even when it was declared a ‘Rainy Day’. The little splish splash that I could do on my way back home from where the school bus dropped me, filled me with immense pleasure…. Dad would laughingly say ‘This too shall pass’, with the hope that I would shift loyalty from monsoon when I grew up…. But, fortunately or unfortunately this is one of the very few predictions of his that didn’t materialise.

Monsoon awakens the romantic in me…. Dark clouds, strong breeze, the musical pitter-patter of the rain and the sudden lashing against the window, almost everything seem to be just perfect!

Gone are the days when I used to dim the lights and lie down on my bed leaving 5 full size casements open….with some evergreen monsoon numbers playing softly. Also, no matter how silly it may sound now, such nights often became the witness of our (me & my younger sister) serious and secret discussions. Then there used to be the telebhaja & muri addas in the evenings followed by khichuri and ilish machh bhaja nights…Those were the good old luxurious days….

But, now when I spend all my monsoon afternoons sitting in an air-conditioned room in front of a dumb machine, and return to a lonely house with none for company but the ticking clock…the sight of the same silver rain drops bring back all those sweet memories of bygone days… days of mirth and playfulness, days of camaraderie, days of sheer bliss! Lying on a cold couch with floating memories, I softly send out a message to the wind ‘Stay on Monsoon! ’