I've never been too fond of Calcutta monsoons.
Contrary to popular romantic sentiments, I despise waking up to musty grey mornings, incessant drizzles and the persistent smoky pallor which seems to cling on to every leaf of every tree, to eventually blend into the colour of the day.
Monsoons here, this year, however, have managed to take me by surprise.:)
Erratic downpours at sudden hours of the day stop me short as I sketch my mind,caged within dreary walls, with the low drone of Hardy and his Henchard in the background- and I look up to find the day magically change its colour.
What mildly, reassuringly overwhelms me, is, however, the way the sun beams right back after a momentary shower, the grey stones mirror the clean blue, and how the little gasoline rainbows trace their way in eccentric circles.
Amidst all the fear and cynicism that quietly and gradually wraps us in its folds, amidst the ineffective, insincere acts of love, amidst all the words which fail to flow, and the sporadic desires of an escapist mind- moments like these seem to be the one warm plate of ephemeral happiness.
Contrary to popular romantic sentiments, I despise waking up to musty grey mornings, incessant drizzles and the persistent smoky pallor which seems to cling on to every leaf of every tree, to eventually blend into the colour of the day.
Monsoons here, this year, however, have managed to take me by surprise.:)
Erratic downpours at sudden hours of the day stop me short as I sketch my mind,caged within dreary walls, with the low drone of Hardy and his Henchard in the background- and I look up to find the day magically change its colour.
What mildly, reassuringly overwhelms me, is, however, the way the sun beams right back after a momentary shower, the grey stones mirror the clean blue, and how the little gasoline rainbows trace their way in eccentric circles.
Amidst all the fear and cynicism that quietly and gradually wraps us in its folds, amidst the ineffective, insincere acts of love, amidst all the words which fail to flow, and the sporadic desires of an escapist mind- moments like these seem to be the one warm plate of ephemeral happiness.
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