Waiting for the Rains

It is 42 C. That is about 108 F. Dry heat. The kind that attacks your skin and sucks out every little bit of moisture from the depth of your bones. People go back and forth in their preference for the kind of heat – – dry or humid.  Madras and Bombay, the temperature is in the late 30s, but humidity so high that breathing is difficult. Stringing one’s thoughts together, in either kind of heat, is a challenge.

Summers are a reminder: Of the frailty of the body. Of dependence on electricity and water. Of the longing for the rains. Even the word ‘monsoon’ has such a lovely feeling to it. It rolls off the tongue, with the languorous ‘soon’ at its end, a whispered promise. The bringer of life to farmers; their fortunes dependant on the vagrancies of winds and clouds. But it is also the city-dweller who eagerly checks the sky for changes, waiting day after day for the unrelenting heat to be washed out.

6.30am in a doctor’s waiting room. “It is pouring in Hyderabad.” “And Bangalore is cold – – remember what cold is?” Such is the conversation these days. Somebody remarks about photographs in the local newspaper of the rains in the Andaman and Nicobar islands. “How do you know those photos are of this year? Could be old photos. Media playing with our minds to prevent water riots” says a critical lady.  Just then clouds cover the sun, and a calm is restored.

There is a deep sense of anticipation. A collective holding of breath. Close examination of the clouds. Soon, soon, the monsoons will be here. No wonder so much music and poetry was written for this Indian season.

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4 thoughts on “Waiting for the Rains

  1. Jyoti says:

    Dear Suchi,

    One of your best blogs yet! Keep going till the monsoon pitter patter arrives on our doorsteps.

  2. Anne says:

    In the concrete jungle of NYC, we experience nothing in comparison. But, even the low 30’s and my scrubs attire make me long for monsoons.

  3. Kathie says:

    I can just feel the monsoon coming on. I never thought before about the beauty of that word – monsoon. Monsoon. When I was younger, reading novels, I thought monsoon was a bad time – lots of rain in America is associated with gloom. But now I understand that monsoon means relief, release, fertility, gratitude.

  4. Zen says:

    Loved this post.
    🙂
    Zen

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