Rhythm of the Rain

monsoon rain

Although I strongly believe that feelings do not necessarily have to be articulate, I truly wish I could express my thoughts for this post in a language that would emanate some kind of a harmonious semblance, for there are so many emotions and memories attached.

As most of you may know, I was born and brought up in one of the beautiful northeastern states, Meghalaya, (meaning abode of clouds in Sanskrit) and Shillong my birthplace, happens to be barely an hour and a half’s drive away from Cherrapunji also known as the wettest place on earth. Hence, my connection with the rain is a lot more than sitting on my porch and sipping a cup of hot ginger chai and fries.

Coming to think of it now, one of the best things about growing up in a small town is that you start connecting and growing close to anyone or anything that happens around you, well I mean good people and good things of course. Or it probably might just be a lonely teenager’s speculation. lol 

I had a handful of friends at school whom I met only during school hours. Not that I was the most popular girl in college either, but at-least there were times when I would go out for a movie or a lunch once in three to four months. I guess I just liked being home and do me things, which mostly involved being confined to my room sketching, wearing makeup with nowhere to go and staring out the window in the afternoons when it poured, until the sound of the rain cleared my mind and filled my heart with a concealed sense of peace.

Nature can really astonish you sometimes. People living in big cities might have heard of a downpour in one area of the city and none on the other. But living on a hill station, I have seen raining cats and dogs on the other side of the town while I sat dry on the swing outside my house. I have even had the chance to watch heavy rain falls begin far-off,  gradually approaching towards me and stopping barely 10 steps away, with the sun shining brightly immediately. Then there were those usual hailstorms and the clear-skies after, that brought along rainbows as colorful and vibrant as they can ever be.

The sound of the rain falling heavily against the tin roof have often lulled me to sleep at nights. And I have dreamt, found answers to a lot of dilemmas and peace sitting by the window on these rainy days.   Now that I have moved to Bangalore, where a wet weather is more of an escape from the heat, or, an excuse to have a few glasses of rum in the evenings, looking back I feel content that I got the chance to enjoy those little pleasures in life that I will treasure forever.

monsoon rain

Love,

Smita


Outfit Details –  Top: Sassafras , Bottom: Sarojini Nagar Market, Shoes: Koovs

Concept, Styling, Makeup, Modelling, Edit: Smita Roy Majumder

PhotographyTeam S&T



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