Memory Overflow

So this is Bangalore- where it’s tropical summer in the sun, cool spring in the shade and wintery cold in the rain. Add wind to the last equation and I’m back home in Shillong. Ah… Yes, home… Home is where the heart is, it is said, and right now my heart is nestled in the rain-laden clouds gliding over the slanting tin roofs of the urban Shillong and over the pine-abundant countryside whose woods are studded with rock shelters where the cowherds can seek shelter from the rains as they gather man and animal around an open fire. The earth echoes with the pitter-patter that falls from the skies and the whispers of the wind as it caresses the pine needles and brushes the hill tops. The mist adds a mystical touch to the scene and I am almost convinced that I‘m daydreaming if not for the fragrance that can only be equal to that of fresh earth being kissed by the rain as it falls drop by drop teasingly before releasing its torrential splendour. But reality has a way of bringing you back to your urban senses- “It’s time to get back to work, Alice in Wonderland.” So I was daydreaming after all. Fine! Back to my desk, where the closest thing to nature is my memory, where all beautiful things thrive; they remain the same, yet they change every day. The rain deprives me of my walk in the park (pun intended), but it allows me to do so much more- to walk and jog and hop and sprint and even fly in the meadows and glades of my memories; and it serves me just as well as does the therapist’s couch (or even better, I dare say). All I’m saying is the rain need not be a reason to just laze around, rather to grace your mind with calm and content you wouldn’t normally find every other day in the confines of your little cubicle.