I spend whole summer waiting for monsoons. It comes year after year with same vigor and I never get bored. Laden with love, it fills me with joy.
When the cool breeze gently touches my face it feels.. oh... awesome!
As if it is sharing its secrets with me it whispers in my ear,
dancing with my hair, kissing my cheeks gently.. oh its awesome!
It refreshes me so much that I wish it was with me everyday in the year!
I feel it is a wonder and the only way I can connect with nature sitting in my room ..
In today's busy life I have no time to go to a beach, spend an evening walking along the shore
while waves touch my feet, just getting lost in the ocean's wonders...thinking nothing.
In today's polluted life I cant lie down in the open field, looking at the bare sky wondering how many more stars are hidden there..
In today's city life, I miss beautiful forest, with colorful butterflies - hundreds of them, whispering secrets to tenders flowers,
I miss those beautiful streams with clear water rippling, making a symphony with the birds singing..
But one thing this life has not taken away from me yet is magic of monsoon. Now that we read about global warming everyday and feel its fury in every aspect of life, I'm scared that some day I'll be deprived of this too.
Monsoon means different things to different people. It means the whole life support for farmers. It may mean flooded roads for mumbaikars, or traffic jams for hyderabadis. In spite of all this, it means more joy for me. None can deny the fact that Indian agriculture completely depends on monsoons. Without it, we have no food. So lets work together to save the environment, save ourselves!
signing off
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