The rains are beautiful in Bangalore. A gush of nature’s fury at times, incessant at others, but pitter patter mostly. The power goes off almost immediately and sometimes never returns. I sit in the dark by the window and listen to the relentless tapping on the roof. I can hear a kid reciting his lessons, a flick of a matchstick, and slight traces of an argument next door. The watchman taps his stick on the gate to chase a stray dog away and lights his cigarette. I can smell the tobacco. Somebody has turned on a radio and bits of kannada drift across.
The lights flicker and the sounds increase. There are more conversations and movements. I can smell a burnt out candlewick. The watchman almost trips over a loose stone. My roommate slowly shifts and looks up at the lights. They flicker more intensely and then die out. The watchman kicks the stone and it hits the gate with a mighty clang. The sound reverberates and the apartment is silent once again.
Unrelated Thought: Lovely Song - Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head - B.J. Thomas and Even Lovelier Lyrics.
6 comments:
:) picturesque words!!! :)
nice picture, Varsha - a cat that sways to nature's rhythm or is it dodging a raindrop that is bent on falling on its head ?
i think the film butch cassidy and the sun dance kid (paul newman, robert redford)has that song.
is the schrodinger's cat in the photo inside or outside the room ?
the windswept drops are regular and full; the window sill seems dry and the cat and the photographer seem comfortable to give us a clear photo - or did the rain just arrive ?
@Rain crab: :) thanks
@Surabala: Yeah. It is a beautiful song. So hopelessly optimistic :)
And the Schrodinger's cat is enjoying the rain and not enjoying it also, to the universe outside the window :P Why do all your comments have to go back to Quantum mechanics? :)
Its nice i like it. Keep up the good work.
brilliant reply, varsha
and a scholarly touch to add "to the universe outside the window"
brava
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