season of the rainbirds...

quite literally...

I have expressed myself quite a few times in this space, about the effect Mr. Sun has on me, how I like to bask in the glorious sunlight and how my spirits soar on seeing that sliver of sunlight shining through one of the gaps in between the door.

....but nowadays I have started appreciating one of the other elements of nature as well, The Rain.

I like how the scene in front of me seems like a photograph, where the saturation of the green colour has been increased.

I like how the fragrance of chameli welcomes me when I reach the right corner of my terrace.

I like how drinking hot tea in the evenings on the weather-beaten table is so addictive.

I like how I am gravitating towards the smell of lemon-grass these days. The tea, the incense-sticks and even the floor cleaner(!)

I like how the sun rays are so bright before being suddenly covered by thick dark clouds.

I like how the clothes dance on the clothes line to the tune of the wind.

I like how one little bird sits on the corner of the roof and chirps exactly for 3 mins.

I like how Nadeem Aslam writes so poetically, I let out a sigh every other page...

Pg 29 from Season of the Rainbirds

"Mr. Kasmi's had been the first bicycle in town, and the sight of his gangling frame riding in through the gate the first morning had caused a sensation. The wheels left behind two wavy lines in the mud, like the path of two butterflies chasing each other in early March."

Pg 34

"The sun was climbing fast. The patch of sunlight which was on the floor when Mr.Kasmi arrived had crept on to the desktop, illuminating the crescents of dried tea left by cups and saucers."

*Sigh*

I like the fact that I am going to be offline for a while indulging in simple pleasures of reading, baking with natural organic ingredients, solving some crossword puzzles and catching up on my list of to-do chores that I have been postponing for a while.

Enjoy your weekend!