All these days, I had no urge to write. Not a single moment moved me and stirred my mind to pen down my thoughts. The dry spell, I hope, has now taken a backseat and what better day than today when Delhi had its first share of heavy rains after such a hot , scorching dry spell.
My mind had almost become like a dry, parched land with the sun sapping all the creative juices that flowed through it. But the first drop of rains, that seeped and touched every cell of the body, has rejuvenated the dry spirit within. Oh how much we love the rains!
And when the rains settle over for quite sometime, this love tends to take a U turn. We begin to complain how it has been raining cats and dogs. We start praying to God to stop the showers for a while. How we tend to miss our very own Mr Sun whom we had despised a little while ago for unleashing his wrath and now crave for a little glimpse of him. And then, there are the uninvited guests in our rooms all the time. The insects we would have never seen before would make themselves comfortable around us. My God! It's just a beginning and I have already started thinking of all the possibilities that we would be coming across in this season. How much love to complain!!
In summers, oh it's so hot, is the common refrain. When the rains quench our thirst, we get bored of them and look forward to some dry spell. And the phase moves on..
Well, I really love the rains sans the uninvited guests in my room. Today, it was amazing when the heavy downpours drenched the entire city and broke this dry spell.
