Monsoon, aka barsaat, aka saawan, has a very special significance in this part of the world.
The showers, the clouds, the scent of the rain soaked earth, the freshness of the luxuriously bathed sky, the vivaciousness of the wet greens .... all make the scene a part of an unforgettable image. A mental polaroid with colours as vibrant as that of the lips of the beloved....
Its due to this unbeatable romanticism attached with this season that every genre of the local literature speaks of it - barkha rut, the times it rains ..... Saawan is associated with romance, memories that choke one up with the humid suffocation of the looming clouds just before the rain, and the longings that soak one like the showering kisses of the love .....
There again blows the scent of saawan
and I think of you
The tinkling leaves weave into anklets
and I think of you ....
1 comment:
this makes me feel good... feel good about everything. there's something very positive in the fall of rain and your part-prose, part-poetry post captures that essence beautifully.
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