KISSING RAIN

So, I, the occasional writer/blogger have finally got the JOB of writing something for somebody about a particular theme; though my employer is none other than my sister. Still. She’s proud of my miniature work, and I’m more than contented. If happiest-est-est would have been some word, then surely, that is the feeling.

Monsoonal Love, love in monsoons, or some name with other conjunctions between the two, is my theme.

Even though I’ve mentioned about the seasonal cycle having similar effect on our lives as well as on the weather in my earlier post; for this one I’m supposed to be specific to the monsoonal part only. And so I gotta get my mind on the treadmill. NOW!

One whole sole reason we’ve been sent to the earth, to have a life, is to be in LOVE. To find somebody we love, who loves us unconditionally. To actually end up with someone who fits our mould perfectly, no lose nuts and bolts. Love it is. Simply. Purely. Truly.

When does a story turn into a love story? You meet somebody, story; But when that somebody becomes somebody special, it becomes a love story. And then every little thing in life, from a flower, to a bird, to a cute red heart sticker and to an old love song, seems beautiful. Though they are, they have been, since always, but our realization comes now.

Monsoon has always been specially attached with the feeling of love; be it falling madly in it or the break up humidity. Taking extract from my earlier post, “The rocky patch, the problematic days, with tension of work, family and people around, but the hope of happiness still being there, clusters in for the Monsoon of emotions.” But this is just one face of the coin. There is a lot more to monsoon than just sadness. It brings joy too.

Monsoon brings us close to the nature, close to the love. As and when the little tinkling droplets of rain, the harmony of birds and the glee in the eyes of our lover, shines, like a miracle or some magical moment, it’s nothing but the blooming “First love “ feeling.

The soft showers, the cold breeze and the tingling music of the droplets coupled with the enchanting chirp of the birds play in the background, you would want nothing but your lover beside you. This one moment with your love is the most romantic and one which is cherished for life.

 

Being a girl, we’re born romantic, and love-stories and movies spoil us more, they take us up high in expectations of romance and then  we end up planning or imagining a rain love dance or some sequence of *pyaar hua ikraar hua* happening to us. And hoping something like this happening is not wrong either. We are in love. We’re bound to be crazy and think unnatural and be mad too.

 

 A rain makes us step out, get drenched in it and free ourselves from the social parameters of shyness, if at all any, as in if we face them. Love and rain have been connected since always. The feeling of love augments when monsoons arrive and then to compare the feeling to just happiness doesn’t really suffice. It’s a different world altogether.

My idea of expressing love is way too mushy and this shows in each word I’ve penned down. Anyway, I think my sister will be more than happy to see her little sister growing with each post, (Modest I am. VERY) and with her work done, she surely will be.

So here it goes, especially for you dee. Make everyone spellbound at the Army party and get showered with compliments!