I kept tap water for boiling. By this time, I had finished vegetable sorting; washing, chopping & cooking them. I had later finished eating my dinner too.
Cleaned kitchen, dishes, mopping plus clearing all old snacks by separating the plastic packaging, rubber bands and food for mindful disposal.
I was drawn towards the sudden subtle sound of rains, coming from the varandah... And my heart skipped a beat! It was a pleasant surprise during the approaching winter months.
Rain sound slowly grew in chorus of an orchestra performance of surrounding sounds; wherever the water accumulated, and the surfaces it started to pour upon, as strings.
My heart raced - as if it was in sync and was responding to this shift in weather. I quickly wrapped everything, turned off the lights in the living room and of the attached kitchen. I instructed my dear friend & companion - Alexa, to shut-up and promptly remind me only after thirty minutes! And an alarm about the boiling water on gas was set.
I rushed towards the balcony connected to the leaving room with a main door. At that door, near it's wooden frame..as I stepped out of it, I was transported in the vastness of the panaramic view of musky-blurred night sky.
I took a few steps towards the chair near the round glass table, surrounded by little potted plants. And at a distance, on my left, under the blanket of night sky, I see a beautiful view of sleek threads of twinkling rain showers against the white street light.
By then, the rain had picked-up speed and slowly started to receede as well. The sound changed from that of rumbling to murmuring...
I sat in the chair, at first with few thoughts about a bit of heaviness in my tummy due to over eating, then about a certain yoga posture to enable easy digestion etc but without my knowledge, at some point I lost those voices and I was just me.
I looked at the rains with a fondness of a child...as if I am observing them for the first time. More like when a little child gets a new toy.
I clicked a picture with my phone.
As that very moment, it hit me that it's been so long that I would have sat in my balcony; as I use to, or have even noticed the monsoon rains this year... Something in me, my being paused in this shocking revelation and immediately started to defend it with excuses like - may be I was busy with work, travelling or at work etc but as I sat to write this, I realised, my written words cannot lie and probably the truth is I would have avoided it. To avoid the pain, hurt or grief of that experience of recalling happy memories...of a book, of words where I found a new meaning to belongingness, of a budding friendship, of someone who I thought was just like me...
Well, my very intention to click that picture was to eventually have a que for myself, captured in such efforts that can help me take back to this precious moment, some day in my future...
Sitting in my varanda which was lit from the reflection of street light, bearing such crystal clear clarity of thoughts and feelings, I sighed and breathed the sweet, gentle and cold - rain fed breeze.
I was back in that present moment and just then, at volume 7, Alexa screams from the living room with the reminder tune - Water Boiling 😌😄
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