When the dark monsoon clouds gather in the sky, it sometimes takes me back to the good and bad old days of monsoon in our village.we spend our days playing with paper boats in the rain-made streams.We use to see down over the fields and new born streams , peacock dancing ,sheeps crowded and standing together It is the village beauty in monsoon.
One compulsory daily activity was to seal the holes in tile roof. Since the first monsoon arrives soon after a hot summer, tile roofing gets little time to get accustomed to the change in climate and leaks badly. People used a long stick to poke the tiles and close the gap between the interconnected tiles, and in this process,They sometimes broke the tile and let rain come in like a water fall which is fun and frustration at the same time.
Monsoon evenings were magical. We sit simply looking out at the rain, sipping on a cup of hot Tea, while Vividh Bharti, the only radio station available in our place at that time, fills our ears with beautiful songs.Sometimes I and my sister splashed in puddles, got drenched in the rain and smelt the earth together with crispy fried goodies, heard the buzz in the air of happy sounds of laughter, shrieks of joy on spotting a rainbow in the sky still today we fall in love with rain.
Worrying thing about monsoon is that most nights are spent in total darkness. Trees have a soul-connection with power lines, and when they fall they take the power lines along with them. We often live without power for weeks.But when the crops of TIL and Cotton along with Pulses ripe we felt thanking the monsoon for the blessings he had on us that year and hope for the same every comming year.
