A draping beauty.............................................................
Magic monsoons grant you any wish you want. The down pour has the power to simmer down any stress. It has the fairy tale quotient which took me to a beautiful land marvelled by warmth.
But before that, my usual day way barbecued by hot sun and steamed by hectic pressure. To add spice to it, my colleagues made me tensed, panic and anxious with my work. I was just waiting for the time to ring a bell, the bell of freedom. As soon as the needle crossed 6 30, I took a sprint towards my bike. It was a red stroked Hercules adult cycle. With a deep breath of relief, I hopped on to my cycle and started pressing the pedals of rejuvenation. My slow movements pulled back my lost liveliness. Connected with a greased chain, my moods and thoughts went in sync with repeated rotations.
Yeah… finally some peace!
The best thing about cycle is riding it on the slopes. It just sweeps you off the pedals. The road I cross has loads of ups and downs. Literally a lung breaker will be the right word for it. I reached the peak, pulled my legs up and made myself ready to let go. WOW… more the momentum, merrier the bliss. At the last point of the slope few drops of cold water kissed my bare skin. They came from the dark clouds which followed me down the slope.
Here comes the monsoon.
I drenched and drove through dreamy drizzles till home. After reaching home I seasoned my tongue with a hot cutting chai. Now the last thing which was left was a cozy cuddly nap.
Drip…drip…drip…I dropped my head counting the water ripples made by the droplets. Drip...drip …drip, my heavy shuttered eyes embraced each other to share the load. I could feel the warmth seeping into my senses.
Well, after sometime I opened my eyes and the windows to take the second dose of pleasantness. It was a heavy pour.
I opened the doors and took a look at my ambience. The concrete floors, dark creamy toned walls, hanging money plants and a common corridor to connect the small 1 BHK houses almost resembled the 1940 retro set up.
Now recall your teen-hood or any old movies, this setup comes alive only with a beautiful girl and a guy with a weird beard. This episode of my life had both. As wired as my beard, I hanged a portable mirror on one of my windows. The first half revealed the corridor and the other revealed my face. Later, with a spongy brush I started applying the shaving foam on my face with synonymous squashing sounds. I felt good. Slowly the squashing sounds turned into footsteps
A sudden alarming sensation made me to peek on the other side of the mirror. Wow… like a frozen fire, my outer sight got froze and my inner consciousness opened up. A celestial being was on the floor. A star was on my corridor. Shining smile, sharp shimmering looks and a fabulous frame to cover her serene eyes distracted the direction sense of my shaving blades. She had a small boy cut hair style swaying up and down combining with her gentle footsteps. Her big glasses, green top, and a white patiyala were carried well by her perfect curvature and symmetrical shape. This woman added a new meaning to my dictionary of beauty.
Nikitha…
I have never spoken much to her. Just like a kid gazing at the stars with a telescope, I use to admire her from a distance because beauty is meant to be admired, not disturbed. But, this time I wanted a clear view. I shifted my mirror to the next window and saw her crossing my home. As she approached, the wind around me got lightened, enlightening my breathing. Her scent served an exhilarating experience to my senses.
Just as always, I thought she would cross without noticing me. But here is where the sign board of my life indicates a turning point. She stopped and took few steps backwards.
What was happening to her?
My anticipation grew heavier. My heart was pulsating 100 km per hour. The brain was boggling with questions. A little chill passed my spine. She opened the window on the other side, saw my reflection through the mirror and raised her eye brows combined with a devilish smile in her lips. Embarrassment, shyness and every emotion I knew was at its peak. Without knowing what to do, I stumbled and fell on my cot near the window.
She burst into a hearty laughter watching my craziness at its core. Again with the mysterious smile, without giving me an answer, she closed the window and moved away. As the wooden window closed, the window to my retro world also closed.
Does our mind create desires or does it desire distinct happening?
I opened my eyes with the fresh feeling of this desirable dream hoping it will come and continue again like the seasonal monsoons.
Give in to your senses to this season and get showered by magical moments.
Magic Monsoons – Don’t miss it.
