A cool morning
After a night's Rain
Sun still hesitating to wake up
from the blanket of the clouds...

It is raining
Slow and steady
Not very light
Not very heavy

When you ride your bike
The small drops pierce through your dress
It hits mildly on your eyes,
Makes your eyelashes heavy
With dripping water drops
Down to your nose and to your lips
It tastes cool and good
Compared to the demineralised water
of your household RO filter

It is raining mildly
Enough to wet you
Makes you cool and shiver lightly
Makes you fresh and cool
Gives you the energy
Better than any other means

It also brings back
A strange nostalgia
Which  you can not connect
Immediately..

Is it the childhood memories ?
Is it the rainy school days ?
Is it the sweet memories of
Your dead beloved ones
Who shared many such rains in the past?

It rains mildly
Slow and steady
Not very light
Not very heavy
But enough to
Make you happy
Make you fresh
Make you calm
Make you a new person
Rejuvenating
Refreshing..

It is raining mildly
Slow and steady*
....

The first few drops
Fell on my face
As I was speeding on my bike
The sky still looked almost clear
And there was not much signs
of an impending rain..

Then there was a breeze
Cold and refreshing..
The sun hid itself behind the clouds
The dust on the path flew up twirling..

The breeze got stronger
The leaves of the trees on
Both sides of my path started dancing faster..
There was a sudden flight of a pack of birds
There was few more rain drops and this time hitting stronger

Then all of a sudden,
The wind got stronger
The  droplets fell thick and heavy
The intoxicating smell of the first rain
Hitting the loose earth below
Pierced my nose and all my senses

I slowed down my bike to catch
All the smells, the droplets, the cold wind
The flying leaves,
The chirping of the birds,
The growing darkness..
The fragrance of the first summer rain...

The rain lashed heavily
Blinding my eyes,
Water dripped down by dress
Sending the cold chill through my spine..
Refreshing and Energising at the same time

The road became clean
With the run off..
The ensuing scenery became greener
Little streams formed and giggled
Down the drains...

I slowly cycled forward
Not caring to take a shelter
For I cherished to be wet
In the summer rain..
Which was bringing back
Nostalgic memories
Of childhood..
The song of the rain lingering
And the bike seemed to like the rain
As its master who floated
With the rain...
Immersed in the music of the rain..

Sweet is the village home
With the overhanging trees
With the open well on the east
With the kitchen adjacent to the well..

The coconut trees giving shade
The Jack fruit and the mango trees
Decorating the land beside
The peacocks roosting on the trees

The red Mangalore tiles
Giving protection from the sun and the rain
The green chillies and the bananas
The drumstick tree and the climbers

Ginger and Curry leaf tree
The Coccinia and the Turkey berry
Plants and climbers
Giving all the vegetables in-house

The long verandahs
The corridors
The wooden stairs
The large dining hall

It is not just a home
But a life itself
With nostalgic memories
Which will never die at all...

The house that has seen
Various happy moments
Various sad events
Which has seen birth and death

It is not just a home
But a life itself
With nostalgic memories
Which will never die at all.....

Water is life

What's life
with out water?
..
Too much of it is a problem
Lack of it is also a problem


Water is definitely
A bone of contention


A war in the making !

What if
all the species
on earth except humans
Got united and attacked us:-

For being so stupid and inhuman
For being so idiotic to destroy
our own common place of living ..

For mining our own resources
to the bottom so that nothing is left for future..
even for our future generations..

For being so cannibalistic,
for being in war, for being parasitic,
for killing our own species..
In the name of religion, caste, colour and creed

That big nations manufacture weapons
To be sold to terrorists
To **** its own people?
And then hunt the so called terrorists
Which are their own making?

What if there were no religions?
What if there were no castes?
What if there were no Gods?

What if there were no fights?
What if if there were no wars?
What if there was only peace?