Monsoons are not new for me… infact Mumbai Monsoons are to die for… but mind is so well tuned to the seasons that it expects only hot and sultry weather at this time of the year… and when it is treated to lashing rains in mid November, it rejoices, is delighted… wants to sing and dance to the jingle of raindrops… wants to soak into the whiff of wet earth and trees… wants to swirl in the rainy chilly breeze… and ask the birds to hum along…

Its raining here in Kerala… its like a picturesque painting being enriched with added hues… a weather of lifetime and mind is full of dreamy ideas… but mind and body are at loggerheads for once, cause body has cornered itself in a closed soggy room... in a most artificial setting one could be in - windows covered with blinds, room illuminated by bulbs and emissions from laptops, cooling managed by airconditioner, music playing on TV – all non-natural… all in contrast to the ambiance that nature has given on platter to us outside… right here, right now...

How I wish I could thrust aside this project and the work and also my inhibitions for once… and flee away to get drenched in rains… stand outside a roadside stall, water dripping, sipping hot coffee… sit on a river bank, look up at the clouds, feel the drops on the face… listen to the breeze and the swaying leaves and enjoy nature’s unadulterated platter…

But wishes don’t always come true… inhibitions are difficult to shed… and so I remain confined to this room with my mind painting hazy pictures on one hand and body getting attuned to the ever-artificial life on the other… a contradiction that I cannot resolve to resolve!!!