Drizzle drizzle…mend mend !!!

A puncture of the pregnant clouds, and it poured all over the sea-side city to mark the conclusion of an untamed summer
The monsoons came and washed the roads I’d tread, clean of all dirt and dust. In an outburst of shards of glass, it pierced my heart and let it bleed a painless pain…a cold shudder the midnight azure sky brought down with it, mingling with the smell of the neem tree and tea leaves boiling in a kettle on the fire.
I watched the lone canoe bounce itself against the lashing sea waves off Carter road. In this moment of solitude I could easily connect to that piece of rotting inanimate piece of wood. I could connect to its lonesomeness, to its sense of being surrounded by silence yet look for peace, to its trying not to be toppled by every nudging wave, to its sense of motion & movement and yet being stationery,of being thrust upwards and downwards at the same time, of aimlessness and a million other feelings gushing like the rain.
I closed my eyes and let my heart beat in rhythm with the trinkets of raindrops and sea waves. I opened my eyes and enveloped myself with the fresh green of the leaves, the midnight blue of the sky, the grey of the sea and all colors cooler and soothing.
"Go put your records on …tell me your favorite song’’ whispered Corrine Bailey Rae in my ears, "sipping tea on a bar by the roadside" she went on. I smiled, feeling a lot calmer, in this rare moment and fathomed it while it lasted. I pulled my stole closer to me and set out aimlessly…yet again.