Monday, 23 July 2012

Chapter X: The Lemonade I Made

Often he gathers wool when it pours, and so drowns in her thoughts and that overwhelming calmness. Those screams inside stand silenced in the deafening thunder. Why doesn't he let them out and lighten his load instead?

Alone she too braves the downpour tonight and struggles staying composed. But the raindrops don't give her away. They become her tears so nobody knows. They conceal her little secret.

Gut wrenching, isn't it? Doesn't rain imbue us with the blues too? Why this everlasting blemish, its never-ending association with gloom? Shouldn't it be a celebration? What those lovelorn hearts have forgotten was when rain cooled their scorched selves and the romance it induced to remedy their souls.

For me, rain is that fearless run to the backyard as her mother chased her for a wipe. It is the utter neglect his heart's arteries put up with because it would get criminal to not join in for fried delicacies. It is ringing your neighbours' doorbells and then flitting like a fly to the nearest hiding place. It is a bicycle ride on flooded roads and a muddy splash in the puddles. It is a football match in the playground that now has everyone in their balconies engrossed. It is the harbinger of romance in those weary hearts on the verge of collapse. It is like love in its nascent stage. It is what makes those free spirits chart on their cloud number nine. It is the sigh you let out that only coffee beans can evoke. It is this fleeting sense of tranquility that takes you over. It is that song you would never want to end. That engaging euphony! Spellbinding.

But rain is a just metaphor I use to depict how we are gifted at finding what we don't like even in the good things in life. Ponder. Just give it one fresh look. Rain is no stranger to stealing away sadness.

Remember there's good in everything not going your way. You are destiny's child.Think. Well don't think, thinking too much has done no one good. Just surrender to life's spell. Delve in the surreality of it all.

Life's pulling way too much out from you, way too fast. There's work, relationships and responsibilities. Stress is lurking right around the corner. Life's handed you lemons, so lemonade you make.

Don't contain yourself, for it is what you'll have enough time for in your coffin. Crave for latitude, to surmount those fetters and flee. Ah! That flight of inordinate joy, wings slapping those winds of change. Consider the change.

Have your spirit rise above the mundane making love with the magical. Rejoice in nature's colourful kaleidoscope. For the fun inhabits in these infinitesimal things. Lull your inhibitions and worries to sleep. Dive in that sparkling stream of rejuvenation and rediscovery. Get a perspective.

There are no joys like the small ones. Let go of the rain-shade and get drenched. Be a part of it, etch good-times and make them last forever. Make them indelible.