June 14, 2012 § 4 Comments

As distance grows and desires reassemble, daylight begins a waltz.

Tucked amidst the clouds, decades of books lie scattered, as soft jazz calls out to the rain. We search through more than ourselves as fading paper reminds us of journeys we’ve taken only with our minds. In memory of who we were and who we sought to be, we gather wet soil and mould another becoming day. To remember that our lives are but fleeting, and that tomorrow will bring more rain.

Tomorrow, there will be.

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June 8, 2012 § 6 Comments

Rain lightly dusts us in a breeze rattling through tea bushes and silver oak, reminiscent of the spray of the sea.

The monsoons arrived a week ago and were quick to kidnap the steady sun. We soon found ourselves in the liberating shackles of clouds as they began reclaiming the mountains with plundering winds. We seem to have returned to the routine madness of the skies, as light and warmth joyously dance through our valleys in silence.

June 4, 2012 § 8 Comments

A few cloudless hours and a week ago, his body was found. Stiff from the weather, there was a meagre moment of doubt, cleared immediately by the visible chip on his left horn; Boltu was dead. He lay unharmed, as if age merely ran him down and swiftly led him away through the night. There wasn’t much to be said, so they charred his massive body, returning it to the earth.

Time has passed; schools have reopened with the first sighting of monsoon clouds, nudging us on with gentle reminders that with the changing of seasons and tides, we become stories with words adrift.

May 20, 2012 § 2 Comments

Early morning clouds come bounding in to nudge us gently out of bed. They gather, carrying us into the open to view the day. We float onward, and as they disperse, remain dangling in the mist. Looking east, we gape at the apparent moon that perilously balances all its weight on a neighbouring hill. We hadn’t been able to stare at the glare for days, but the sun calmly watches us as the mist begins to clear, trees shake out rain, and we resume searching for foot holes.

Smoke billows rebelliously on the road as the strident afternoon sun teases it forth.

April 25, 2012 § 14 Comments

Clouds appear the colour of the heavens as they swirl around us, sending scattered showers of comfort.

A midsummer storm duly approaches to smother us in its intoxicating display of light and sound and ensure we look past the worrisome heat that glared down at us mere hours before. The dense darkness that swallowed the night keeps my window open for the sudden lightening to sneak in and delight upon a hot mug of tea and plate of pakodas. We laugh in relief and awe that the wishful sound of our turning of the rain-maker was heard by the gods.

March 31, 2012 § 6 Comments

When temperatures rise and forests turn ablaze with the morning sun, rain clouds rush forth to calm the bothered earth and encourage flowers and fruits to blossom. Here in the mountains, hailstones quench our worried minds as we run outdoors to gather them. Even in the cool sholas, they fall sparingly against a backdrop of rainbows and thunder. Sometimes, chips of ice falling from the heavens are enough to ease the weight of the earth. And yet, we seem surprised when the weather gifts us joy, and progressively disconnect ourselves from our lands.

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