Saawan

Life is beautiful, in spite of the loneliness, in spite of the lack of soul searching conversations. Life is beautiful in itself when I can see the mid day sun playing hide and seek with flashing white clouds, when the sky is so crystal blue that one longs to gaze into it hopeful of seeing one’s future, when the moody gray clouds make their presence felt with a drizzle. Trifles like oppressive humidity do not matter. Trifles like a lack of someone to show the heart warming interplay of light and shadows do not matter. I saw the sights, on a slow local from Kalyan to Kanjurmarg and I was incredibly happy, after a real long time. I love what I see and what I smell and what I hear and I love what I imagine. I find contentment in myself and peace with my surroundings. There is no sight more lovely than a hillock and a saddle painted in mild browns and thick greens have its complexion accentuated by clear sun light and dark shadows cast by heavy rain clouds. One can forget the madding crowds, the unnecessarily severe humidity, the absolute loneliness and even the ever present hunger. There are elements for my company and they are enough.

I remember the sights from foreign lands and from my travel to places in my country. Nostalgia enhances the colours, saturates the emotions. Perhaps I should have talked more to that Italian girl. Who knows, I would have been on my way to start another political dynasty! Perhaps I should have understood that Singaporean girl and attended her Karaoke session. Who knows, I would have made the Glorious and Exalted Nation, the Supreme Country of People’s Republic of Democratic and Unified Secular, Socialist, Capitalist, Communist and Super, Ultimate Tadepalligudem as modern and efficient as Singapore!

Life is lived between one unfulfilled desire to the next. Life is one excitement of a teased heart to another. And such is life, the sun and the clouds, the trees and the hills, the rivers and the seas, the beloved and other ladies