Monday, December 21, 2009

A moment of sordid beauty

As I write this, I can hear the pattering of the rain drops as they crash against my window pane, howling in collective unison. My favourite rock band tries to feebly drown out the wailing winds with their sonorous guitar chords. But, like nature's unrelenting traits, this one too persists.

Late evening, I stand on the road waiting for an auto rickshaw to take me home. It's raining heavily and the brown puddles near my feet announce their soggy intentions. The muddy water seeps into my beige sandals, embracing my soles with their wet embrace. The breeze ruffles my unruly tresses as the rain drops fall on my spectacles, blurring my vision. I wipe the droplets off my lens but in a matter of seconds, fresh drops make their presence felt. I abandon all efforts and let nature take its willful course.

Minute by minute, I feel the rain getting deeper into my skin. The delicious coldness is interspersed with its unpredictable sharpness, surprising me with its crude chillness. All around me, I could hear the smattering of footfalls as people scurry towards the closest roof to shelter them against the barrage of wetness. I, on the contrary, stand still and feel perfectly light. It was one of those rare moments when words fall short to describe the feeling, an instance when life comes to a halt. And, at that very moment, there's nothing more important than listening to the peculiar melodies crooned by nature's raucous orchestra.

The moment has passed and life gets back to its frenetic pace. Sanity strikes! I get an auto and zoom across the slippery streets. I wonder why that moment was special. I have no answer. I guess life sometimes slows us down to make us realize the unusual beauty around us, even in sordid cragginess of a rainy evening.

The hangover of that unusual moment manifests itself deeply in my mind and lingers on. I feel a deep sense of warmth coursing in my veins. I am sleepy yet reluctant to let the effects of this heady concoction wear off my senses. I don't know what tomorrow's volatile intentions might be. But, I don't care. The magic is here and in the now. I enjoy the brief rendezvous where I delve deep into my inner self and hear that small voice inside me heaving a contented sigh of pleasure mingled with unbridled exhilaration.