Tuesday, September 24, 2002

To walk in the rain in one of these monsoon days....
I thought if going to the fields in the morning....Picking up an umbrella, I set out...The rain seemed to form a curtail in front of me....the sleet ploughing the loose sand beneath my feet...my shirt clinging on to me, wet...the fresh- earth smell that spells out a special communion with nature...the sound of the hard rain bubbling into thwe water in the fielda...wet grass brushing your feet...small frogs croaking on lotus leaves...the fishes in the pond dancing rapturously...cranes standing in absolute concentration even in the drenching rain, earning their meal...
children running to the shelter of the large banyan tree...some of themthrashing their feet in the little pools and puddles...and again some holding onto large green banana leaves....the ladies in the field going on with their reaping...
A large stream of frothing water rushing down from the hills nearby...
Oh! The joy of rain......