Thoughts on a Rainy Day

The weather is unpredictable these days. Other Junes were tolerable, or were they? I seem to forget exactly. This June, the sun is being very kind, whereas the rains are moody. The sweltering days make studying for a PhD a wee bit difficult. Although we are stuck in the comfort of the air conditioners most of the time, we still need to complain, don’t we?! Anyway, it is very hot and so humid that anything from your expensive jeans to your wayside cheap pants stick to your legs as if they will never leave you. The rains decide to show if they feel like. But when they come, they bring joy and relief to millions of hearts.

Whether or not your PhD is right on track doesn’t matter much during such rainy days; a hot cup of ginger tea and loads of adda does. Sitting over such cups of tea with fellow researchers makes life livable, momentarily at least! Philosophy makes way for economics, ushers in talks of literature and glides towards politics and racism…At a certain point in time, these talks subside. People get up, leave their seats, throw away their used cups in the waste bins and head back to their respective workspaces. You can almost feel an energy sweeping away, gently, almost numbing you for some time. And in those moments of stillness, you hear the raindrops. You are aware of your existence then, the rains soothe your soul. They embalm your life. You smell the moist earth on your palette.

The rains go away, just like people do. You miss its music and serenity. The heat creeps in, hunting gradually for your inner being. Your body reverts to its usual coping mechanism and bounces back to its survival mode. The body works mechanically; the heart does not. It is left void, memories of the gone away peek in, the moist earth still diffuses the aroma to strike the chords of your heart and soul. A bittersweet sense envelopes your very being…

Author: The SoulSearcher

The writer is a research scholar in English literature, an avid reader and sucker for life philosophies

2 thoughts

  1. Amazing Snigdha! Finally read all your articles in your blog.
    You had an impeccable flavour in your writing, I could read everything in one go, and that tells a lot, for me being an impatient mind jumping every second to some other thought.
    “memories of the gone away peeks in, the moist earth still diffuses the aroma to strike the chords of your heart and soul.”…so sooo poetic in a prose article..
    Nietzsche and existentialism, that duck story….aah, just keep writing and you have won a regular reader for your blog!!

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