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Loud Blows the Rain

The rain has come again. And it has come in full form. It is blowing on the face of Bengal, drenching its people, flooding its streets and scattering crushed gulmohar petals all over my city. With the coming of the rain in Bengal, all the little Johnnies inside our mind are all out to play. They are rolling in the mud, floating paper boats in the water and yearning for what was and for what is not.

The rain here works as a strange stimulant of the soul. The rain falls and drags out two little wings from underneath our flesh. The Kadamba flower blooms and in its shade the Lord Krishna engages in intriguing plays of passion and of mischief. The dedicated docile housewife retires to her balcony after lunch and sheds a few meaningless tears for her high school love. The retired bank employee sings out that long forgotten song of his youth, his old withering wife’s feeble palm in his wrinkled hands.  The Managing Director of the software company suddenly remembers his bachelor terrace-room and the cards playing sessions he enjoyed therewith his cousins and friends.

In my little tropical country, rains are never a menace. And in my little poetic Bengal, the rain evokes poetry, music, love and unruly passion. The dusky woman, her long wet hair pasted on her face stands confused in the middle of the road - her umbrella has flown away just a second ago. She does not want to go to work now; she wants to run to her boyfriend and hide her face on his chest. She’ll give him a call as soon as she reaches office - it is too risky to take out that mobile phone now.She” tell him how badly she wants to be with him and he’ll make her understand how important it is for her to go to work and how impossible for him to meet her.

A smile trickles down my face; I get up from my idleness because the cigarette needs fire….

8 comments to Loud Blows the Rain

  1. supriya
    May 25th, 2009 at 1:16 pm

    awesome awesome…..”flooding its streets and scattering crushed gulmohar petals all over my city”..i picked up one…:D
    “I get up from my idleness because the cigarette needs fire”..i do the same and therefore stop commenting here…:D

  2. Pallavi Banerjee
    May 25th, 2009 at 1:21 pm

    thank u:)

  3. Ru
    May 25th, 2009 at 4:30 pm

    nice post :) and you’ve been blogrolled!

  4. Casuarina
    May 26th, 2009 at 6:21 pm

    Khub bhalo laglo eta…a great start to my day ! :-)

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  8. srirupa roy
    June 8th, 2009 at 12:05 am

    beautiful…as usual , it makes one feel..”i am out there”

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